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Reflections of loves gone by shimmer through the night
Like fractured colors of a prism of all that once felt right
Chills surround my heart as I feel once again the pain
Of the words good bye stinging and cause my soul to strain
To hang on, hang on, hang on, and believe again
That my life is worth the finding of love true
Snow falling outside reminds me that all were unique in their way
Some were kind, some were gentle some cut as thunderstorm’s lightening sprays
Burning me in ways beyond any human conscious of any human hand
Flames erupt and magic fills my room, piercing the dark with a gift grand
All begins to be burned away in the kindness of your touch upon my skin
The knowledge of passion felt begins to bloom as spring once again
My soul burns with the soft rays of a warm sun, words whispered are a precious raining
What is to come who can say, what is to be is beyond any understanding
But I rise to find a new day, and in your trust I find a new way
A path strewn now not with memories but with pentagrams of petals laid in perfect symmetry
Leading me to an oasis of cinnabar and jasmine filled fragrances of precious possibilities
And as I stroll in a sheer long gown of satin, the color of palest beige
Realization comes I am walking upon a new and fantasy wonderfully decorated stage
That you are creating with the script of your kiss
A play whose ending is still lost in the morning mists
And all I can do is wait, wait for the director to lead me all the way
To a last act when I shall know how, when and where this shall finally end
An ending that shall at last be the true and honest finality.
Like fractured colors of a prism of all that once felt right
Chills surround my heart as I feel once again the pain
Of the words good bye stinging and cause my soul to strain
To hang on, hang on, hang on, and believe again
That my life is worth the finding of love true
Snow falling outside reminds me that all were unique in their way
Some were kind, some were gentle some cut as thunderstorm’s lightening sprays
Burning me in ways beyond any human conscious of any human hand
Flames erupt and magic fills my room, piercing the dark with a gift grand
All begins to be burned away in the kindness of your touch upon my skin
The knowledge of passion felt begins to bloom as spring once again
My soul burns with the soft rays of a warm sun, words whispered are a precious raining
What is to come who can say, what is to be is beyond any understanding
But I rise to find a new day, and in your trust I find a new way
A path strewn now not with memories but with pentagrams of petals laid in perfect symmetry
Leading me to an oasis of cinnabar and jasmine filled fragrances of precious possibilities
And as I stroll in a sheer long gown of satin, the color of palest beige
Realization comes I am walking upon a new and fantasy wonderfully decorated stage
That you are creating with the script of your kiss
A play whose ending is still lost in the morning mists
And all I can do is wait, wait for the director to lead me all the way
To a last act when I shall know how, when and where this shall finally end
An ending that shall at last be the true and honest finality.
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finding of love true
of true love or of love which is true
Its well written, and it certainly does its job well, especially where the understanding of love as a metaphorical entity is concerned. I liked it a lot to be honest, and I liked it especially in the middle when the description took my breath away. Good stuff Bravo.
of true love or of love which is true
Its well written, and it certainly does its job well, especially where the understanding of love as a metaphorical entity is concerned. I liked it a lot to be honest, and I liked it especially in the middle when the description took my breath away. Good stuff Bravo.