The Importance of being Ernest

She said that she looked into his eyes
she called them "forever blue"
this changed everything
they told her secrets and she craved them

together they became
feigning interest in the trifles for simple love
to carrying the heavy things in passion
invisible forces willing them away

a photo in black and white
as in nostalgia, trying to grasp the falling sands
and the welling fear that the past is gone
though vivid as this moment

she said she saw through him
an image not of vision, but of sentiments
his figure, now just the arms that held her
his face, the butterflies in her stomach

a small tree in green grass
the only witness to such insatiable love
a first kiss, a last kiss, many tears
fallen leaves a tribute to the lovelorn

it was not the love of bodies
as in the essence of two intertwined
pressing close enough together to become one
the realization that you were never whole

she said she let him in
strength of a monster, destroying fortifications
two vulnerable hearts with only one fear
as strong as they are weak

the days blew away in the wind
time and hearts grew colder with the season
love never leaves, nor does it fade
and a word was spoken to destroy worlds

ink and tears dripped in his name
as in the lesson that life is change
the heartache's mind a dangerous sanctuary
forever to harbor empty love

she said she told him to love her