"A MILLION YEARS"

This little thing, that beats, in my ribcage,
This ink records its footprints on this page,
That gentle touch, that calms, all this rage, 
You have enslaved my soul without a cage, 
Impaled a bullet in my heart, a close range,
You give me a feeling, something, strange,
Made love, a life - time feeling, not a stage,
You will be my true love, until we both age,
If our love could be measured with a gauge,
It'll take, a million years, and, deeply wage.

"A Million Years"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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