Ends happen every day.
Flowers slowly curl, fishes quickly swirl.
Flies are swatted, seeds aren’t potted.
Towers start to fall, mothers do not call.
Fruits turn to brown, humans mourn and frown.
Children walk away, their parents can’t stay.
Promises are broken, love is unspoken.
But I don’t care with you in my arms, for you are my beginning and you will be my end.
Our beginning happened today and our end can wait.