I read stories of love on this earth
from the time of Adam to now
I see stories of love, told and recounted, made into movies and songs
and I wonder, will history remember our love too?
will they remember our struggle? our yearning, our dreams, our pain, our angst?
in the far future, if they ever talk about us, what will they talk about?
will it be the way I yearned for the warmth of your hand?
or will it be the love in your eyes when you gaze upon me?
I ask my love, will we be remembered? even a little? or not at all?