nineteen’s crest
Darkness of dark where echoes blend,
We found a spark, a chance to mend.
A swipe, a match, our fate’s decree,
In Sunday’s March, our journey’s key.
Emerald elixirs in porcelain held,
Matcha’s whispers where stories meld.
In verdant swirls, our hearts entwined,
New worlds discovered, unconfined.
You, a spring bloom at nineteen’s crest,
Me, autumn’s muse, in love’s behest.
An age, a number, a simple veil,
Through which our common threads prevail.
Your laughter, like the dawn’s first light,
Guides my soul through endless night.
In your passions, I find my way,
Learning your world, day by day.
We are two notes in a timeless song,
Different rhythms, but we belong.
Your joys, your loves, I strive to see,
Each nuance, a new symphony.
In twilight’s glow, your voice, a stream,
Carries me gently, a sweet dream.
Together we dance in the moon’s soft grace,
Lost in each other, time can’t erase.
A tapestry woven with threads so bright,
Youth’s vibrant hues, wisdom’s soft light.
In you, I find my truest part,
A shared canvas, a single heart.
Our love, a voyage through endless skies,
No boundaries, no need for disguise.
In every moment, a bond so true,
You are my universe, my world anew.
Maryo
