Love Endures

Love,

You do not fray at the edges of time,

nor thin like paper touched too often.

Years pass through you,

but you remain—

not younger, not older,

only deeper.

You do not wrinkle.

You do not tire.

You do not ask the clock for permission.

While bodies learn the language of age—

knees remembering winters,

hands carrying the weight of yesterday—

you stay fluent in beginnings.

You are the pulse beneath everything:

in the first glance,

in the long silence that follows understanding,

in the quiet choosing of the same soul

over and over again.

Love,

you do not fade into memory.

You become it—

settling into bones,

into familiar rooms,

into the way a name is spoken softly

even when no one is listening.

You will not age beyond everlasting,

because you were never bound to time.

You were born whole.

You arrive complete.

You leave nothing unfinished.

If the world ends tomorrow,

you will still be standing

in the dust,

holding the shape of everything we meant.

Love,

you do not survive us.

You outlive us.

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You Are Enough

You're seven years younger

You're still enough for me

Age is not a measure of the ability to love

You are wiser than your years

You are far from the place I live

You're still enough for me

Distance makes us love harder

Together we conquer miles apart

You are not beside me right now

You're still enough for me

Everyday messages gives more presence

Our hearts beat as one in love

You are more than enough my love

You fill my love cup to the brim!

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Only The Love In Your Heart Will Last Forver

Understand this gently:

you own nothing.

Not the house that holds your laughter,

not the chair that remembers your shape,

not even the hands you wake up with each morning.

Everything that surrounds you

has only agreed to stay awhile.

The sun borrows your window.

The wind passes through your name.

Even the ground beneath your feet

will one day forget your footsteps.

Time is a careful thief—

it does not rush,

it does not announce itself,

it simply takes

what was never meant to be kept.

Your body, too, is a visitor.

Your breath, a loan.

Your days, a brief arrangement

between arrival and return.

But love—

love is the one thing that refuses to leave.

It does not belong to rooms or walls,

to seasons or clocks.

It does not rust,

does not crack,

does not ask for proof of ownership.

Love settles where nothing else can—

in the quiet between heartbeats,

in the way you carry others

even after they are gone.

When everything else loosens its grip—

titles, possessions, names carved in stone—

love remains,

weightless and indestructible,

moving freely through memory and soul.

So hold nothing too tightly.

Let the world pass through you.

Only the love in your heart

was ever meant to last forever.

_billymacdeus

Still Holding On

As the sun touches the sky, i see my reflection in your eyes
Because you are the sweetest thing, I have ever seen
Never before anything this world hath bring


I played with words to describe you in my mind
And yet this heart cannot fathom of what it is to last
For i yearn, i long and fervently seek you


And no matter what the winds of destiny will share
Or the murmurs of pains and bliss may be
You shall forever, etched in my heart endlessly


_billymacdeus