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. 13 Lines |