Purpose

I want to hold you 

Till the sun runs out of fuel.

If they say 

That'd take forever, 

Then that's how long 

l want to search for purpose, 

Search for meaning, 

Within you. 

Proposal

Someday,

After, we've decided

To stop growing old;

I'd want our love story

To be spoken through the entire world.

Maybe, after

Trees start to grow

Over us, while we sleep

I'd love to be laid down near you

And cuddle you from the skies.

Look at the people who smile at us, every time the skies darken

And listen to them whisper our tale.

And as the teardrops overwhelm the falling rain,

Letting our memories flow for eternity,

I'd always love to hear our story spoken;

Never written, not even once.

For we both know in our love-worn hearts,

Beautiful love stories could never be told

They're only cried out.

We know,

Beautiful stories,

Are told in tears,

Never in words.

Never ever in words.