Whispers of a To begin with Cherish

The world was shinning in shades of gold,

As morning extended its hands,

And in your eyes, a story told

That time may not withstand.

Your chuckling, like a summer tune,

Hung light upon the discuss,

A tune both sweet and solid,

A tune past compare.

Underneath the sycamore's grasp,

Where sunshine brushed the streams,

We followed the wind, we chased the waves,

We whispered childhood dreams.

The letters carved in covered up books,

The stolen looks modest,

The way your title, in calm alcoves,

Got to be my cradlesong.

Each step we took, a string we wove,

Of stories however implied,

Each word traded, a sacrosanct trove,

A way where wishes driven.

The quiet of nightfall, the warmth of first light,

A move of time and put,

The way your fingertips had drawn

The sun upon my confront.

We built a world on basic things,

The quiet between our words,

The way a songbird's resound sings,

The cadence adore confers.

However cherish, like petals, delicate and shinning,

Will in some cases shrink absent,

And what once burned, a brilliant light,

Turns into fiery debris and dim.

A whisper within the calm rain,

A touch presently misplaced to discuss,

Yet in my heart, it'll remain—

A cherish past compare.

For in spite of the fact that the a long time have come and gone,

And time has set us free,

That to begin with adore waits, bound in day break,

Until the end of time portion of me.