The Golden Spear

They not kidding when they say love is hard

The golden spear of contrail ultimately disappears

With the clouds closing back in

And the warm early morning sun becomes an unpleasantly hot one

I don’t know if everlasting love exists

Just like a disappearing golden spear in sunrise

Beautiful for a moment

Fading away as time goes by

Would a twist of magic be enough?

Would a sparkling pixie dust immortalize the golden spear?

Would a balance of give and take is what it needs?

Is there such a thing called a fairytale ending?