Our Armada

In this moment,

I foresaw of a century spent with you in a white suit 

Where we will eternally be two feral roses detached from our root

You'll burst a hole through my chest with purpose of docking here

Don't deny me these words,

for with three words you'll purge all fear

My Love, by my grave,

I'll relinquish the cancerous sin in me

And aspire to be intertwined on a April current towards infinity

Escaping to a shore which would liberate us to our new chapter

Soon you'll understand that I've been working towards that ever after

Embodied in one entity and dissolved into the only evening star in a lonesome sky 

Plague will implode and dissemble the bodies of you and I

But I will bless life unto thee with the sigh from a divine decree

That I swear an oath to gaze up towards thee while on one knee

To have and to hold, though a disease may take course through my entrails

Causing my vessel to fume but do not grieve for the severance of this tale

For I foresaw of this novel festering in an incubator on the moon

If not on this plane of existence then our paths will intersect in a century soon 

Conceiving a newborn armada for our coalescence that this planet may sever

But our chronicle will lap infinitely in this Garden of Even that we've created together

The grave may find me a hollow shell of the martyr now withdrawn from me

But in this moment,

I foresaw of a century spent with

the only person I'd rather it be.