A love that can never be

is a mystery.

Would it have crumbled or become

love’s epitome?

Could it have possibly flourished

into a beautiful melody, or just

a disastrous calamity?

Would the intimacy be

 pure in ecstasy?

Could we each feel the urgency

to see one another with fervency?

Or would we be detached

with no emergency?

Would the love be so great

as to stand the test of time?

When thinking of love,

would we be on each other’s mind?

Or would it just be emptiness

captured in time?

I can only keep the faith

that a love devoured by differences

will not change our feeling instances,

To hold each other tight

until the darkness comes to light.

And that a love everyone said

could or could not be,

May eventually blossom

into an eternity.