These wayward paths of separation
Are not gateways to desolation
Compared to what we share in our Hearts;
We possess the keys that perfectly fit.
Love is great. Love is good;
Our love is greater than any force
Existing on the face of the earth;
For we carry in our hearts the beat,
The essence, of those blessings which were
Sent by the gods, to bind our spirit
Until Forever arrives.
Oh…most beloved, twain folds enrapt’d,
How can I describe unto your Hearts
And Souls what mine whispers of you
In its Solitude, anticipating its consummation –
The nights of fragile longing my heart endures
Without the presence I have grown accustomed to;
It is as if I will break in two.
Comfort yourselves in these words
And wrap yourselves around them,
For they shall sustain you in the moments
Of your Aloneness, soft and firm
In its Strength:
The third part of the Both of you
Remember that in each and every day
I think about your comeliness; the way
Your Silken hair waves fondly in the wind,
Reminding me of rustling leaves entwined
In that subtle dance of Spring.
A crystal clear Lake, the whipping foam
Of a thrusting creek, a pattern of
Coloured hues of pink, brown, and blue
Captivates my senses, my passion, of the
Two of you.
The twists and turns of Life’s living Fate
Is seen in the arms of your embrace…calling
Me afar throughout all of time and space:
Until Forever arrives…
~ Finis ~
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