I knew the word was bigger than the room, Heavy like a promise said too soon. But silence felt like lying by omission, So I chose exaggeration with conviction. I didn’t say it to cage the days ahead, I said it ‘cause the moment needed said. Sometimes truth won’t move unless it’s dressed, In something bolder than a careful guess. I heard “forever” as a weather sound, Not ironclad, but something warm around. A coat you wear when the night runs long, Knowing dawn will prove it wrong. I don’t confuse the vow with what will be, I hear what love requires urgently. Some truths are spoken large on purpose— So the heart can cross before it curses. We didn’t mean to outpace time, Frankly-Spunk gives life a rhyme. Love is a necessary overstatement, Said so the body dares to stay in it. Not a contract written in stone or fire— Just enough promise to light desire. We told each other forever then, Not to be right—but to begin. If honesty waited for proof, Nothing brave would get through. A little theater, a little grace— That’s how love enters the place. Love is a necessary overstatement, A borrowed future spoken in the present. If the years revise what we once said, It doesn’t make the moment misled. We told each other forever—true, For who we were… and what it let us do. Some words are meant to fade. Their work is done.
