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Love inside a bottle

The life we have, I imagine, is like water inside a bottle Whereas us as a vessel, we fill ourselves with the people we love Some, we’re born into, others, seems, we’re simply born to meet Because there’s love there, a connection that fits us like a glove So, imagine with me, as we meet those people, we fill ourselves with Would be, like drinking in those people’s bottle, just as, they too to yours Whatever you get to drink becomes a great part of what makes you, you Just like the home you get to build, with the people you let-in to your doors What I am trying to say is, as a vessel, we are also “one” for one another When the time comes, one passes away, doesn’t mean their love, is truly gone A great part of them is inside a greater part of you and that will live on forever And as far as life is concern, as God is the ocean, the odyssey, it’s not for you alone Besides, there’s another kind of water, where Jesus described as the living-kind Where death becomes, not as a doorway to a certain end but merely a beginning Like raindrops falling from heaven, now imagine a fountain that will never, ever end Where we will no longer imagine; for we’ll be drinking with our love-ones, for a living By: Wilbert Evangelista Dela Cruz

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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