Sitting under the mistletoe,
far on the horizon a
scenic sunset,
You will hold her hand in yours
and tell her that,
you will light her world,
be the color that never fades,
provide a shoulder to lean on,
and love her no matter what.
She will smile so brightly,
Clutch on you harder,
Kiss you on the cheek,
and shout from the rooftops
that she is the luckiest.
One day you will
wake to an empty bed. House,
She will be gone for eternity
leaving you in pieces.
Later in life you will see her again,
much healthier than you last saw her,
To her you will be a stranger.
Your inner voice will then whisper to you,
Love is blind my dear.
Take heart and move on.
This is just a bad dream.
In the real world,
There are great souls,
and no man is an island.
©awanjo
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