our love
is not infinite
there was a beginning
when you kissed me some chilly october night
and there will be an end
to teenage winter and spring's love
but the way you smile at me
and tell me you love me
makes me believe
just for a moment
we don't need to be infinite
to be perfect
YOU ARE READING
our love is driving late through the city listening to crywank together
Poetrybecause where else do I spill my heart to you
