My dear, darling dearest, honey,
when I think of our love,
I think of us.
When I think of us,
I think of our love.
It has survived the most tumultuous waves,
set and risen with the sun.
Our love is the dawn of a new empire,
the quelling of bachelor-uprisings.
It has known the skies and seas,
it is strong (like us).
Ah, our love lives on.
-Alex W. (First draft for NaPoWriMo 8/30)