Await

Love that awaits

AWAIT

A strange sort of beauty, so twisted and confused
A new form of reality, one where lies are refused
Who could have predicted the future as it came?
Without you, would it have all been the same?
And my mind wonders within itself constantly
And if you ever ask me I’d answer with certainty
I think to myself everyday about the fate we share
I wonder everyday how we became such a pair
True love was never as real to me as it is now
Terrors are gone and I await the final wow

-poet Darká