Forever Mine

Most of our love stories end with the happily ever after. So maybe I will be reduced to just a pulse in the journal penned down by your heartbeat.

When you narrate stories of your life, maybe I won’t even appear as a person – just a pause bridging two words – a sign of two worlds that collided when the swaying of the Earth, Moon and stars brought us together while they were dancing to the sound of my roaring heart.

As I make you immortal, sculpting with my solitary fingers the moment I saw yours inch towards mine, I wonder if the hands holding you now know, that for this brief stroke of my chisel, you are forever mine......