She

The canvas I wished to paint,

Eternal love, Lived by a mortal.

The world says will be forever incomplete,

Doubts have bugged me too, sans the bottle.

I hate why stories last so long,

Let one of them die, write them a song.

The protagonists however manage to live,

 And bring irrelevant characters along.

But I really hope that you live,

And I too manage to beat time.

And if not now, if not in this world,

Someday, somewhere, you shall be mine.

Till then, we breathe.