Lovers

When the world
stops its turning
will the lovers stop their yearning?

When the sun
stops its shining
will the lovers
stop their pining?

When the moon
stops its glowing
will the lovers
stop their crowing?

Never, never
For the world can stay still,
the sun can burn out,
the moon can grow dark
but lovers will ignite
an impenetrable spark.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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