Apprenticeship forbidden

There are words,

That can be only

Ugly, plain, or sweet.

“Forever” is not one of them.

I think of it,

When your eyes catch the sun,

Or when the wind

Plays gleefully with leaves.

I see it, on your skin,

Sitting at the feet of the bed.

I feel it,

Running through fields of wheat,

With the blue sky dancing,

Above an infinite time.

There are words,

That can be both, ugly and sweet.

“Forever” is not…

One of them.