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Beings In Love

In life we will never meet the forest only an occasional tree. We will never meet the wonders beneath the sea though some will observe the waves above. This world is far too big for one life time and our imagination is a poor substitute, for things that we can never see. We are born into a goldfish bowl imprisoned by time, and we share our bowl with mortals who by chance or design enrich the tapestry of this life that we lead. Our hearts will reach out for a mate a husband, a wife, a lover in the hope that they will see the same stars in a sky that looks down on mortal you That special being that defines the inner you, whose spirit flies beyond this glass of existence, for we have nothing to hide. And though others see despair that this fragile glass can bring. Remember, the glass will always age and the winds of fortune will always take their toll. But this spark that we call life will always endure in a world with stars above, for they have witnessed the meaning of love before. And in the glow of the opulent night we will wish our dreams true before the sandman washes them away. And morning will bring your lips to mine for life was given this way And as a man and as a women we will gather the dreams of you and me for this is the oxygen of life, and love is the fire, the reason to live that burns an immortal flame within the soul. And should our goldfish bowl fall off this table of life, our love will be set free. And the earth will grow small In the wake of this love for you and me Death will not dim that which we shared For love will join the opulent night Destined to shine forever In this incorruptible sky. For eternity can see the forest and time can meet the sea, while we shared a love that created this world for the world was always you and I, was always meant to dwell among the stars, in a world of love, that you created for me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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