To all my platonic soulmates

People, world, life,
You listen to every rant of mine,
And wipe every tear I cry.
You say it’s going to be over,
that it’ll get better as we get older.

I believe you; it’ll be alright,
After all, nothing lasts forever, right?
If good times don’t,
then misery won’t.

But If ‘forever’ is till the existence of my soul,
Everything I sense and everyone I know,
I’m sure that you’ll stay, 
Purple, pink, or my darkest day.

But if ‘forever’ is till the death of me,
At my grave, you’d stay on your knees,
You’d keep flowers on it, sit and grieve,
You’d cuss the God, Satan, and everything in between,
And I know for sure you’ll be the last to leave. 

And yet you wonder why I believe in the eternality of love.
Why I believe in its unconditionality?
Why in Kindness? 
Why in the elegance of passion?
Why in the beauty of every soul?
After all, all that I know of love,
is through you.