Mountains bowed before us,
humbled by the harrowing majesty of our romance,
and as night came and went,
in the skies, birds surrounded the sun and moon at all hours,
reaching out their wings around them,
in case they felt faint and fell from their powder blue perch.
Living once just wasn't for us,
on the hunt for an existence that could match our passions,
visiting God for tea as he simpered and sighed,
ecstatic to see his two favourite daughters become cursed by Cupid, before his very eyes.
Ambitiously, we kissed,
so certain that our ecstasy could make the world a little brighter.
Honestly, maybe we were wrong,
love doesn't cure everything, but,
it helps the thunder sound a little sweeter.
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