Our Love Is More

I know how many have in lives long past imagined that their love exceeded expectations even of the gods, and, due to circumstance and plain entitlement, could be a model to the world, young men would climb into the deadly snow, and end their lives in deep crevasses with a scream. While long haired girls stayed by the fountain near the mall awaiting Edelweiss to dream a silent dream. I do not care about those folks, a million would have thought that love had favoured them. They would not have a clue how deeply we have gone, they would not have a clue.