As one.

Ground's pulled from under my feet.
Breathing, now suspended.
All I can feel is a sense of wonder.
What does it mean I ponder.
Eyes full of just one sight.
God never made any angle the same.
Full of you, the way you smile,
quirky thoughts, each glance and sigh.
the sweet nothings I thought you said
the times we wandered and almost met.
2 moths around a sun-bright flame
with you, I'll go down
over and over again.
Perhaps it is to rise once more.
Not a phoenix from it's ashes,
but wholly together as one, not more.