A place for lovers, tightly held within
A vow forever to travel in time
A Soul Token given and kept
A power of grace, wound between hearts
A kiss that started it all and pronounced eternity
A feeling that will not be defined by words
We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife.
We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers
We dance around the careless placement of despair
We take our love with powerful reinforcement
We salt the path ahead with confidence
We climb higher than the mountain ahead
We glow the same color at the same time.
Please do not attempt to hand them to me
Let me gather them when I am ready
Don't give up on me just yet
I will try to sort the pieces in time
Do not sweep them up, hide them, or dispose of them
The mess is mine, I own the pieces before me
I have the strength to build from these very pieces
If time runs out, if the clock even stops, I will do this
Make better pieces from the pieces in front of me on the ground
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It spread apart the confusion in the dream
It crawled between the barriers in the daylight
Here it has cleared the way.
It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought
It embraced the powers in the confident moments
It allowed the peaceful presence of internal heaven
Here it has cleared the way
Tiptoes among the young and old.
She sees the vastness of pain and reason.
Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds.
She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap.
Working hard to catch up to her passions.
In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.
My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion. Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire. Enter the suggestions I have see...
