An ability we can't explain,
the ability to feel our love.
To feel it still even through pain,
what a gift it is, or so it was.
Before we forgot and squandered,
loosing it to the infinite.
Before we rationed and excluded,
basking it in pride.
Before we took the reins and pulled too tight,
what once was boundless...now out of sight.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
An ability we can't explain,
the ability to feel our love.
To feel it still even through pain,
what a gift it is, or so it was.
Before we forgot and squandered,
loosing it to the infinite.
Before we rationed and excluded,
basking it in pride.
Before we took the reins and pulled too tight,
what once was boundless...now out of sight.
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