Eternity

prose in poetic form. I kinda like it, it's short and sweet. ^_^

As the ice melts away,

hope begins to hold sway.

 

Two-by-two,

Seeking to know one another.

 

In pairs we've always been,

niether one or the same.

Always seeking out the other.

 

To clasp hands,

to look into the eyes of time,

to see myself before you,

it's called Eternity.