I sit down here and think of you,

I know you’re thinking of me too;

I’m happy that within this world

Our two fates are together hurled.

Here is one whom I can talk with

Without worry o’er the words;

Someone I could run or walk with

Through my life and see the birds.

When I’m with you it’s no matter

Whether we begin or end;

Happiness that may soon tatter

Shows no vestige of such trend.

Whither go we? Should I care?

What matters more is here, not there.

Everything seems so grounded in time;

I wish to cast my fate with Rhyme.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From a long time ago, when I was in a relationship that really only provided poetry fodder :/

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