Antique Love…

Our love is old fashioned
Making us crave each other so when we are apart
Compelling us to run into each others’ arms too fast
As if they are the only arms in existence
Our lips collide never needing to separate
A love so authentic it fails to fade
A love so true it crawls into our souls
Binding us in a tight knot
A love so strong we would kill for each other
Ours is not till death does us apart
Because even after death it still lives on
Having a life of its own
Breathing joy into the atmosphere
Forever roaming the great globe
To be discovered once more by wandering lovers