When the grass is blue and the skies are green,
The end of the world I think shall be seen.
When mountains be low and valleys so high,
Birds in the sea and the fish in the sky.
When chaos meets reality and dreams are so rare,
The thought of you holds me, the life we both share.
The eternal love, our fates intertwined,
You’re perfect, ideal, to not be refined.
When cosmos collide, when heavens do spar,
You’ll be beside me, never too far.

Max Yarus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chaos-v-s-love/