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Lone wanderers crawl 

like zombies through the 

darkness staring in awe at the life, the 

beauty around them—

deceased are these demons of 

deadliness, these vicious vipers of darkness

crawling in numbers, prying at love with 

their lustful eyes

They call these creatures 

cynics, lonely fools

who have yet to experience

the true feeling that this world has to offer—

the beating of two hearts, the rhythm of the

pulses like a sweet melody, where guitars serenade
the skies with vibrant colors, and angelic voices sing
in a chorus of precision

No, this is not the heaven we’ve
been preached about.
This is love, this is how I feel

I once was a lone wanderer, searching

for meaning in the darkness around

me, but silhouetted dreams were all

my eyes could make out

but then you came along,

with your positive energy to

reflect my poetry

with your beautiful romantics of

music and lyricism,

I fell in love

with just the beating of your

heart, so perfect and poetic

I fell in love

with just the words that your
soul shouted out: ‘marry me’

I fell in love

and my lone wanderer rode out to sea

to never return,
because my love, my beauteous future bride,

we will wander this world together
and never return to the cynicism 
of our deceased past

we fell in love

and here we are, two lovers

at sea, floating in each other’s

eyes adrift the current of our

bloodstream, our pulsing hearts

beating and beating and beating

and I can’t help to smile as

I look up at the sky, knowing

that at this very moment, across town, you’re
looking at the same star thinking

the same thing:

we are in love

we are lone wanderers joined

together by fate, and our
destiny begins with the just

the kiss of tomorrow’s memory


we are in love