First Thousand Years Poem by louis rams

A thousand years or more may pass
I don't know how long our love will last
But I will love you till the last goodbye
As the tears roll from my eyes.
When your heart is full it can explode
This is something we've all been told.

Yet just like a balloon it can fly away
And this is the price that you must pay.
Hold on to love for as long as you live
For at each turn they'll be more to give.
Love gives no guarantees or money back
And no contract in white or black.

It is like a merry-go-round, you get on it
And you hold on tight and pray that it doesn't take to flight.
In marriage the first five years are always the toughest
But in love the first day is the roughest.
You are not sure if what you feel is really love
Or just a passing desire which has built up a fire.
Will that fire burn for the first thousand years?
Or will love take away your fears?

© L. RAMS 041516