The Lost Heart

Thee twasseth pation that I felt in my heart. Thee meaning of less prominent loving distress exumes every soul once in awhile, but love will go on to beat all. Now love is like the never ending falling of grace in which is all encombering like being in a drift of the wind it being carrying you through life like love. Through love which lasts forever I exume thy hesitancy to over bare my thoughts and feelings of that which are for her, the one whom I seek above all to be with and love. Love Will last forever but not lust because every lust ends at thee end of every longing tale of life and it’s love in it. Dedicated To: Monika Bocek