Love Endures

My life is an appendage of yours when we're together, there are no more brochures or flirting innuendo—overtures. Don't you get it, what's mine is yours. Okay, I've nothing, but our love endures every-now-and-then I feel it, I mature. And with a little faith, all else procures believe-me, there's-no-one else who allures me as you do, and that's what reassures. Okay, we could take some detours. Spend a night beneath some coiffures and run naked over the moors. But truly lust, desire only obscures- our true unquestionable lures honestly, darling, nothing but love endures.