No need for panic.
The heat of the moment is gone.
No, everything is not alright.
But the honey sweetness of Love,
dancing on the tongue like a memory
lasts forever.
 
Only true love is truly innocent.
Love and life are a chance,
when there is a risk - self made.
Give up Life for death?
Love for friendship alone or romance?
Not a chance.
 
He is firmly entrenched on the one side.
She stays feet planted in her land.
The floating distance that’s between them
is something neither understands.
One may be able to run from true Love,
but once it’s found them, it will always track them down.
 
Sever an Achilles heel to stop the running.
Yet they created the pain.
Against Love they can be numbed.
Then the only real pain is to feel nothing at all.
How can lovers hurt when they have bridged
the distance and are holding on to each other?
 
Their souls need Love, and the soul needs a mate.
And for what the soul wants it will patiently wait.
Sure there is faith, hope, ***, but it’s mostly fear.
A million things that might keep them here.
Floating in the distance between them.

Told as fiction it is mysterious and engaging.
Like a nighttime fairy tale story.
Trust the author and the view changes.
And in the morning you will see.
We cannot continue to hurt this way
When I am holding you,
And you are holding me.
 
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