Rapture Poem by Khaos Dven

Sometimes I think about the rapture and the people it will capture, I think its not the end, but rather a new chapter, for me and you, the sky may turn dark and gray but when i look at you? Its blue, a buetiful hue. A key you have to my heart you had it from the start. So when i think bout the rapture i dont fret or forget what you tell me, kuz when i see you my heart is at eaze, as long as you squeeze my hand tight, and i have you in my sight. The rapture is mysterous and sometimes i get delirous, then you look at me and say im serouse, i love you, a smile creeps onto my face, i dont care if the human race dies, as long as i can look into your buetiful eyes. Rapture may come but im not scared, ive stared into the eyes of death before, im not sure if lifes in store. But if the rapture comes tomorrow ill have no regrets or remorse becuase you are the source of my love, my white dove, and in the end thats all i need.