And when she holds you, it is as if you have ascended to heaven, even if only for a period of 7 seconds.
It is a sunrise, brief and beautiful, and it burns forever into your heart.
Whether this is a pain or a joy is entirely up to how selfish you are.
It is for me a joy.
When she is smiling and her eyes are aglow, and the fire in her chest burns more brightly that any star in the midnight sky, even when it's cause is not you...
It is for me a joy.
For the deepest sort of love does not always involve a tender kissing moment or a passionate night spent together. Rather, it is when you can say from the bottom of your heart that you are sorry, and she will hold you close and say-
Me too.
It is for me a joy.
Because the sun always rises, even after the darkest night. It is a not a matter of if, but when. And is up to you, to me, and to her to see that.
The sun always rises. |
Submission Name: Sunrise
