For me the last three lines carry the whole poem. Adoring without loving is a real distinction, all devotion and no promise, and it quietly takes back the forever from the title.
I'll be yours until the end
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For me the last three lines carry the whole poem. Adoring without loving is a real distinction, all devotion and no promise, and it quietly takes back the forever from the title.
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I pulled your waist close, closing the abyss
Your lips find mine in the pitch dark
Our tongues in tune
A sigh from you
In our own rhythm
We became whole and bare
My torso met your body
And we were joined in a single synchrony
We lay on the ground, chilled by the night dew
Breathing in harmony, like lovers
Eternal
Your deepest desires are summoned
Looking straight into my eyes
You find another one hiding there
Between insecurities and mischief
Yet offering only tenderness
Do not be afraid of me
I'll be yours until the end
In the end, I adore you
But I do not love you
I endorse it
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Twenty lines of night dew and then a signed disclaimer at the bottom, like fine print on a kiss. I kind of love that.
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For me the last three lines carry the whole poem. Adoring without loving is a real distinction, all devotion and no promise, and it quietly takes back the forever from the title.
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I pulled your waist close, closing the abyss Your lips find mine in the pitch dark Our tongues in tune A sigh from you