∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙ Light lit's to a morning fog, Time slips but your never to far. Ends of the past ablest thou still Keeping hopes upon raging fear. Caught up in cloud in infinite blue Though a thousand years could pass Yet I'd still remember you.
Spring and winter drifting by As my seasoned mind ask of why's; Will you love me if thou not seek, If dreams you opt are not on thee, Even riches aren't my bestow? A troubled soul, My lonely ghost. Would you be even if death's a host?
The ways of life is strange. Strange in promise, strange in fate. Believe in one can be held in hand; The heart that see's to prosper. A love that seeks to understand, I please you this words I could pen. But will you love me even the end?
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"Love speakes to the heart, to the soul and even to death. It lingers on when that one you love is evident, timeless, gold and forever."