poem 10 I still remember how you looked the night we first met, your golden eyes illuminated in the moonbeams. Something about the way you smiled made me feel things, like I was standing at the edge of a dock, about to dive, unsure what…

Let us grown old together and travel the world Tromp across the desert our skin grown thick as leather I want to grow old with you lets skip the kids The forest we can nurture as we grow old together I want to grow old…