It was the end right from the beginning.
but when sanity and caution were put aside
when harps were strung
and pianos were played
causing you to dance in abandonment
when rain fell and cleansed
your soul so deeply
it ceased to function but
rather drowned in a vastness of blue,
with the suns rays playfully dancing,
creating a vanilla scented rainbow
magnificently majestic
when the heart no longer kept
records of its beatings
cause they'd become too rapid
too entrancing.
beautifully chaotic
when logic and emotion
became intertwined like
the weavings of old, beauty only in union.
when the simple holding of hands
felt like an eternal
consummation.
when lips said no more
because words had been said enough
to utter a single syllable
could take the tale
beyond happily ever after
when the sincerity shared
caused you to understand
the whispered flutters of butterflies
and when birds thought your story worthy
of being told to the
ends of the earth
you can't help but forget
that it was
the end from the beginning.
