A Journey Through Genres entry.
|Many believe that it will fade,
And to some extent, I agree.
Romantic love dies I’m afraid,
Yet a deeper lasts, hard to see.
Even when it seems gone or slowed,
Lasting loving does not recede.
I seized while driving down the road,
Zipping along at breakneck speed.
After she saved us both that night,
By wrenching at the steering wheel;
Every thought was on my plight,
To call for help with my ordeal.
Hospitals... are the true reveal.