A poem about a never-ending love until the end of time.

The End Of Our Time

By Serenity Virtu

There is a love that I wished,

And so I had.

Yet the fairest of them all, fell on one hand.

The love of my life's time has met it's end

With a person that has been trying to begin a bound with his muse until life through death.

Oh, how, pure love can be cruel.

With her and my hands intertwined. 

Our relationship with mine.

Will forever remain in our hearts until we die.

As time passes by,

The older the time, the older we go by.