Date published: December 22, 2022
Time published: 10:20 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Hope
I mirrored the moon in your face.
We'll return to our roots by traveling home once more—
On the car's frame, which we constantly take.
Whatever the fuss is, we're both fed up with doing so.
You've accompanied me on all of my adventures in life.
We're confident in our destination;
Regardless of how far the trip takes us,
Or how winding the path may be.
My love, my best friend, my everything—
I'm really praying to God
That you're the answer to my prayer,
And the object of my undying love.
There's no sense of the nighttime chill
Because the fingers are clasped together.
If the home isn't you,
There's no last journey.
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