think again if you believe light is but a rapid blur, consider that the spark that lives between two lover-friends, is light exchanged in slow fashion; the slow burn of a campfire, the sparkle of her passion, the flicker of a candle, whisperings of the starlight, the way a moon beam bends the tides, and makes her eyes twinkle; each my confirmation, of light that moves so satisfying slow, allowing flames to ever grow ever higher, higher, kindling sparks into a fire, for love that lasts is not a spark alone... no, love’s passion is a bon fire, a sunset setting sky aglow; an ever-building slow, to effervescent ether; a gently flowing kiss, a living, colored tapestry of drifting twilight mist; this the speed of light... my heart’s desire, mirrored in my lover’s eyes.
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*post script.
love at the speed of sunsets and star gazing; evenings spent round the campfire with only the light of the fire, the stars and that sparkle in each other's eyes... falling in love, all over again!