Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, March 05, 2024

Unconditionally

 Unconditionally, what does that really mean?

To love and be loved forever and completely 

accepting all that we are deep down in our heart,

as we stay united and promise to never part. 


When time passes by and grey hair falls in my eyes

and a wrinkle or two has made its way through,

you'll still hold my hand and my heart command

as if it was like that very first day.


Sometimes I think the dreams 

were never ever meant to be, 

but just a game of two 

that brings me in the night to you.


I have seen you there and

wondered what was left to share?

Did time hold the key or was it

just a passing thing?




A part of me as truly died. 

















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