The Old Factory Poem by Justin Gildow

It's certainly dark where we stand
Yet we see flashes of electricity
As whirring noises from other rooms
And control panels generate such power

I don't know how much time there is left
But I wanted to say to you
You're everything my life was meant for
The one I was meant to adore
The one I was put on this Earth to love
I couldn't ask for anything else in this world
As long as there's you

This place
Where we stand
The old factory
It will go down in our history
As it was meant to be