Love

If tomorrow shall come and you find,
As the fog fading over the sea,
That your heart is no longer inclined
Towards the transient pattern of me,

Then the tears that my eyes have prepared
will be wretched, yet also sublime
as an ode to the love that we shared
and its place in the fabric of time.
 
For across all the landscapes of earth
And the desolate vacuums of space
you and I found our corner of mirth
in the warmth of each other’s embrace.
 
So when that day comes, may the sun
keep bathing your face from above
With the fog on the waters long gone,
and your shore in the warmth of new love.

When tomorrow comes