Someday my love,
Death’s shoulder will pry us asunder,
And scatter the colours of this bubble
Afar where they will run and mix.
For my part until then,
I will pull in the corners of this portrait
And tend to the vertices of our union,
Adorn the walls with romance
Kind words and attempts,
And relish our unlikeliness
Each day my love.
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