We sit in the field.
We watch the clouds and sky pass us by.
We run our hands through the grass.
We feel the dirt between our toes. Our fingers.
We know that time is passing.
We see the sun begin to hide from the moons wrath.
We notice the power in the stars.
We understand but one thing though.
We understand that these beautiful things are ordinary
compared to our love.
We understand perfectly that our love spreads to each around us.
And that time passes, and beautiful things die.
But not our love.
Our love is everlasting. Eternal.