Mar 2012
The cost and distance of true love
It isn’t that the door is covered in flowers or a romantic breeze continually blows or that the heart can
See a cascading stream that flows as a water fall in front of the door at times it will be the rough exterior
That speaks of sincerity without great cost you have error trying to make a deal and you are its victim
That is on a fool’s errand sometimes the path will be fraught with brambles and thorns your speech only
Fails to be heard and make a connection the strenuous the forceful prevailing passion must assail the
Bitter heights you face specters of doubt ghosts of hurts of past loves disbelief in the other that they
Deserve to be loved any and all of these create thick darkness that pervades and prevails the path
Is as a transitory story that produces only elements of truth and the unreal is followed into shadows
Mystery puffs and illusion spreads as wings you find you have been carried a great distance and now
Without any markers to tell where you are the heart falters expects nothing but the empty hills to
Further your misgivings maybe all was just wishful thinking how many hasn’t suffered from that every
Guide has withdrawn leaving you alone unbearable sorrow fixes itself to you only primitive grunts sound
Off you reel and then remember the encounter of first meeting maybe the ground didn’t rise up or
Move but the heart shifted from distraction and careless wondering to definite possibility her person
Was earthy genuine without any effort she was a force a power that challenged empowered his solitary
Life with promise ennobled the contemptible variance of his existence he lived as if all places were
Moonscapes they had if any or little substance but in her presence he felt a bursting growth of all
Manner of interest this was development not tricks of a conjurer he understood his rootless life craved
The Simple bounty that a man and a women can achieve he started to see the mist clear and he would
Not Be denied this chance of happiness so he set out with the armor of distinction a true love demands
Nothing less uprightness and intensity will clear and gain much ground and passion flame will consume
A bitter past and bring new life and love the door once cloaked in darkness that produced near blindness
Now is brightly lit she sees also but not just a man but a knight in shining armor from a savage land that
We all face in one degree or another they find life together and create a union that bares a coat of arms
Emblazoned with these fiery words true love affords great wealth to he who finds it
It isn’t that the door is covered in flowers or a romantic breeze continually blows or that the heart can
See a cascading stream that flows as a water fall in front of the door at times it will be the rough exterior
That speaks of sincerity without great cost you have error trying to make a deal and you are its victim
That is on a fool’s errand sometimes the path will be fraught with brambles and thorns your speech only
Fails to be heard and make a connection the strenuous the forceful prevailing passion must assail the
Bitter heights you face specters of doubt ghosts of hurts of past loves disbelief in the other that they
Deserve to be loved any and all of these create thick darkness that pervades and prevails the path
Is as a transitory story that produces only elements of truth and the unreal is followed into shadows
Mystery puffs and illusion spreads as wings you find you have been carried a great distance and now
Without any markers to tell where you are the heart falters expects nothing but the empty hills to
Further your misgivings maybe all was just wishful thinking how many hasn’t suffered from that every
Guide has withdrawn leaving you alone unbearable sorrow fixes itself to you only primitive grunts sound
Off you reel and then remember the encounter of first meeting maybe the ground didn’t rise up or
Move but the heart shifted from distraction and careless wondering to definite possibility her person
Was earthy genuine without any effort she was a force a power that challenged empowered his solitary
Life with promise ennobled the contemptible variance of his existence he lived as if all places were
Moonscapes they had if any or little substance but in her presence he felt a bursting growth of all
Manner of interest this was development not tricks of a conjurer he understood his rootless life craved
The Simple bounty that a man and a women can achieve he started to see the mist clear and he would
Not Be denied this chance of happiness so he set out with the armor of distinction a true love demands
Nothing less uprightness and intensity will clear and gain much ground and passion flame will consume
A bitter past and bring new life and love the door once cloaked in darkness that produced near blindness
Now is brightly lit she sees also but not just a man but a knight in shining armor from a savage land that
We all face in one degree or another they find life together and create a union that bares a coat of arms
Emblazoned with these fiery words true love affords great wealth to he who finds it
