Her soft hair flowing
between my fingertips.
Her small hands wrapped
around my neck.
Knowing this could last forever,
but in a loop.
A time that doesn't exist.
I clench my fists in choked pain.
A girl that swooped me off my feet.
One who I was so happy to meet.
She is everything,
and mine.
It was fine,
but time shortened
and tore us apart.
I could give up everything just to be with her.
Or leave her, sad and alone.
This poem all in sad tone.
To my beloved Emma,
I love you so.
Trust me when I say,
I don't want to go.
This is to our peculiar love.