Closer Still
I look to my love and to the future,
both coming closer with every thought.
I look to the future that I know like a prophet
with a love that I understand and worship.
I look to a time when.;..
we are lost in each other, and found in us,.
speechless we communicate, mindless we love.
I look to a time when.
age has mellowed our temper and we bend to each other,
weaving a sculpture of love.
Getting closer.
As for now we are still young and unsure,
in love and insecure, bold and impure.
Yet getting closer.
Closer not just to each other, but closer still
to the truth in our spirits and to the purpose in our bodies.
Getting closer still.
Age is our ally, time our enemy, life's our battle,
innocents the casualty, and peace our reward in our
struggle to be closer still.
In the forge of love, temper burns and wills collide
but if we learn to bend we will survive.
And we get closer still.
Fate may pull us away or it may push us closer,
but if we flow with it, I feel that it will shape us
to be closer still.
In our struggle, what is the goal, and what is the measurement?
Our goal is boundless, and love is the measure of which
infinity is but a small increment.
Yet we get closer still.
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