Two souls and their story of spiritual transformation

Two souls slumber together Dancing in weather Enhanced by their treasure Two souls light as a feather; Together they fly Their eyes create highs Shimmering shimmering shimmering light Shimmering Shimmering In the minds eye A beauty so clear A beauty so deep The Grim Reaper can not conceive; So they escape death Share the same breath And enter a plane, With no start or no end. Its love Its love There's no-thing above what they have become forever this young; Their eyes lock Their lips meet Heavens open to their heart beat then GOD smiles whole and complete as they sit together In one love seat. TC to CS