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What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? But, if it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned? I do miss thee, when we are parted from us, in our meadows; seasoned love.

Separation of a Seasoned Love


Our love is, but, just a separation, 
For just a bit longer from one another. 
For our souls still, 
Danced in the moonlight of our season of love. 

Oh, how I've missed our time 
Spent physically with one another. 
The anticipation of us again in the heavens, 
Exciting the taste of our beauty we had the chance to live. 

My love, until we are reunited;
I shall count the seconds till our harmony; 
And, is together, and once again regained. 
My love for Him is forever eternal, 
Faithful, as the love that once lived here. 

Rest my love, 
May our Lord shine on our beauty, 
And again, by mornings dew;
Shall we be together again?

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