"Lets grow old together.
We don’t need to get married.
The lines and wrinkles on our skin will form in the same patterns
From the way we held each other with same intense embrace every night.
And our laugh lines will form
In patterns on the corners of our eyes from laughing at the same jokes
and our bones will creak at the same angles
our lips will form in the impressions of the others from the millions of kisses.
There would be no need to get married. Time will grow its own wedding band around our souls.
And then when we die that death
where we will be apart for a short time until we meet in the next life,
and the next,
and the next.
We will have our hearts strung together over distances
time and space,
never to break…
Just like the first conversations of god, forever Entangling the minds of humanity;
our love will echo in the songs of birds and on the whispering lips.
On the curious hands of teenage lovers, or the curves of awkward 13 year old teenage girl hips.
It will echo in the Trails of tears
and in the eternal boom of a first kiss. And when god asks himself every morning whether he exists we will be there,
roots grown together….
As our limbs stretch up into heaven,
and forever born into the future.”
Asked by Anonymous
FROSTED BUTTS OF DIVINE PROTECTION