Senin, 23 Februari 2015

Valentine from Memphis

What is love?
What is love, really?
There has to be more than what I've seen. What I see is not for the keen. Thy soul shines one aura of connection. May it receive, may it relate, and may it wonder to illustrate these many steps to eternity. What title may I call this phenomenon? Such more than love. An unspeakable force, beyond all sense. When all hope is dead. These things we perceive, they might see. I hope you see what I feel. Get the feeling first. Follow your heart. I follows this. May it guide you on your own. Are you ready for the pulse of an ominous altering breath. Was it for this moment? Take a second now, hold yours. May it synchronize. Harmony playing in our souls, such ecstasy. We dance with no care. There is no tire in our steps. See this now. Now...you are here. You're my heart. I am yours. I'm so glad you can make it. We will be settled soon. Your feet are tired now. Are you now realizing you are here. Be still my love and walk to the waves. You're smile might make us fly. Your soul, yes. This is us. It's not just what we see that we were after, a along. This is it. Our souls dancing after we drink more tea. My soul stays here. I hope yours does too. Now you see. I wouldn't miss this moment.

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