Expectations are drawing us to a delicate line,
Clothed in beautiful promises,
Dazed with butterflies,
We write a commitment with our hearts,
Perhaps we'll run out of hope,
Yet love is a worthy war,
Compromising our feelings to win "evermore",
Aimlessly dreaming,
Common love is at the top of the cliff,
Profound love caresses the sky.
Would we fall before seeing the dawn?
©noreil
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