A glass bottle was all it took,

to bottle up all the feeling we had for eachother,

like fireflies attracted to long grass,

our feelings the bottle,

emotions never subtle,

they crammed themselves violently yet peaceful in nature,

our feelings nested in each other,

we then sealed it up and stored it in our strange little cottages walls,

it was love that could last ages,

the bottle a time capsule,

surviving summer’s heat to winters cold,

she was the one for me and Christ confirmed

-Ropa