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4 August 2009

This is truly mad, my love…

I once wished I could express how I feel,
But I'm caring less about trying to speak it,
And I'm finding the pure joy in simply living what’s real.

Deeper than the core of the Earth, or the bottom of a black hole,
We are a miracle that occurs daily.
Yet just as mysterious and magical.

And while the rain pelts the cityscape, I sense its satiric bliss,
Full of purpose and passion, and rhythm,
Much like your kiss.

No one pays attention to the rain in its own,
But if you watch as the winds twist the falling into figures,
Ghosts of time are grown.

You’ll see a celebration dance, figures of you and me,
A timeless choreography,
Figures of the we that colour the world, and that none but we will see.

While such freak rain may be a result of some chaos or other,
Such as climate change,
Maybe that’s why we can be found there dancing together.

We are here for a purpose, and here we are bound,
A male and female of similarity,
Dancing in the rain that came from the heavens and which quenches the ground.

As per destiny, the winds and rain fell in love not by chance.
We have all we need in this world,
We just need the right choreography, and partners, to dance.

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