Baby, I have no idea how this will end.
Maybe the equator will fall like a hulla hoop from the earth’s hips
And our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our eightieth anniversary.
Or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity
combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills
will leave us like a love letter in a landfill.
But whatever, whenever, however this ends
Lover, I want you to know that right now, in this moment,
I love you forever.