True Love most say is the work of fiction and fantasy
That it doesn’t exist in the real world today
But for those nay Sayers and disbelievers the world
Is a dark and weary place.
But True Love does exist I say, for it lives in the
Hearts and minds of the dreamers and poets
And but of course for those happy and fortunate
People that find it.
True Love isn’t measured by time nor distance
But by the strength of the heart and the mind
True love can cross any boundary, from the
Smallest of pebbles to the highest of mountains
From the smallest of puddles to the largest of oceans
True love even transcends death itself
And for those happy few that do find it,
Let them seize it and hold on tightly
And never ever let go