Who would ever think to take the
Two souls most prone to break and bind them in a lovely fate?
Darling, is this real?
How could hearts so broken down
Ever be brought up off the ground
So graciously to then be found?
Girl, I found you.
Swings and cloves on the twenty-fourth,
The air is warm for an autumn month,
Your eyes are glowing in the dark
Brighter than the moon.
And then we laid beneath the stars,
A field of grass and hopeful hearts,
These broken paths’ collision starts.
Just so you know I’ve never felt like this before.
Everything gets quiet now
But even if there was a sound
You’d only hear the rhythmic pound of my heart’s nervous cadence.
I held your hand, my breathing stopped,
My fragile hope is growing strong, the beating of our broken hearts.