You take my hand,and hold it to your heart.
One beat in time,no separation, no part.
Chills take us,the wind warning us of coming pain.
“How do we know we can make it?” I ask,looking down.
Please tell me I’m not right, we’ll be fine.Time alternates again,and instead your eyes draw mine.Watching the colors, painted on the canvas of my heart,I knew.We were two bleeding hearts,and the winds wailing their sorrow, were telling the truth.I smiled gently,and kissed his brow. “You needn’t worry about me now.”The headline braving the false pretense was somewhere in the sunrise. But right now,there was only time,basked in the moonlight.Two paintings entwined together,form a masterpiece.Two bleeding hearts,walking together.The BeginningandEnd of forever.Only tomorrow’s headline will reveal, yesterday’s story to be fact.”We’re all just bleeding hearts” I echo”and there’s no turning back.”We chose then, painting together our colored canvas.Finding what our hearts had searched for, someone to paint our story, at last.