There is a bridge
built between the
isle of me and you
Seperation of the soul
and heart
The bridge is classified
as a historical landmark
Consecrating our love
that stood tall-
and did not fall
Throughout the years,
of historical architecture
It is constructed of
celestial materials
Unbreakable in the
hands of man
There- Underneath
the bridge a current
flows
An infinite supply
of water
That never submerges
nor erodes
The sacred bridge between
his soul and mine
In the middle of it-
Stood statues and columns
symbolizing the ancient
roots of our eternal love
But there was no boat,
that had ever sailed the
rocky harsh currents below
It was unbreakable-
The water was rough
to bear
Regardless, our love
was rare.
It is the fleeting waves
and thunderstorms
Beneath nights clear air.
Violently gravitating
one another closer
and closer throughout
the years
The moments in time
were disappearing
Rapidly dissipating into
the watery depths of the sea
In this lifetime I fear-
We will never meet
Our compasses have
been broken
And I feel the bridge is
drifting out of sight
The constant I have found-
Is our love will never die
Our bridge will never fall
Love is in us all along
Forever young
Growing strong
© 2014 Christina Jackson
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
There is a bridge
built between the
isle of me and you
Seperation of the soul
and heart
The bridge is classified
as a historical landmark
Consecrating our love
that stood tall-
and did not fall
Throughout the years,
of historical architecture
It is constructed of
celestial materials
Unbreakable in the
hands of man
There- Underneath
the bridge a current
flows
An infinite supply
of water
That never submerges
nor erodes
The sacred bridge between
his soul and mine
In the middle of it-
Stood statues and columns
symbolizing the ancient
roots of our eternal love
But there was no boat,
that had ever sailed the
rocky harsh currents below
It was unbreakable-
The water was rough
to bear
Regardless, our love
was rare.
It is the fleeting waves
and thunderstorms
Beneath nights clear air.
Violently gravitating
one another closer
and closer throughout
the years
The moments in time
were disappearing
Rapidly dissipating into
the watery depths of the sea
In this lifetime I fear-
We will never meet
Our compasses have
been broken
And I feel the bridge is
drifting out of sight
The constant I have found-
Is our love will never die
Our bridge will never fall
Love is in us all along
Forever young
Growing strong
© 2014 Christina Jackson
Wrote this a couple of months ago, I've been in a funk lately; So many things going on with school as of late I haven't had time to truly write.
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