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This show is entering
Its final act
It'll soon be over
That's a fact

It has had
An incredible run
Filled with laughter
And of fun

You and me
In the starring role
Two halves
Making a whole

Together until
The final curtain
Deeply in love
That's for certain

Always together
As much as time would allow
Hand and hand together
We'll take the final bow
He met a new kindrid spirit
Her heart spoke as if their thoughts had been fused......
She sang the songs of his heart.
Now, the foundation of love has been placed..
To the start......
Of a deeply cherished relation rat no other can get in between of.
They both felt each other's car.
However, the love's energy between them become so strong..
It flamed up and fused them even further together..they belong.
Together until they die and return unto paradise...
Upon Angel's wings...they fly holding hands.
In the Heavens of Eternal Hereafter....
Two of a kind often wins out than any other....
Out is the published....their book of how they found this true energy.
They wish for you to learn true love's energy and that right one too.
So check this book out of life's Library...
Reading each page...
From the last page fused in the book's spine.
I gave her my all.
Questions were all I had received
Instead of a heart full of adoration and devotion.
As mistrust and greed polluted my soul's ocean.
Once blind, as I slowly regained my sights,
I placed in some filters...the right ones...
Took off my dark sunglasses....
Now the true heart, in her actions, was far from
Love's Sun, it's warmth, and true fused and welded hearts, together, in devotion.
Trust is never questioning the flow of things.
Unless a sum of another's heart is over-taken.
The sound of coins and the look of a face is counted...
Than my eyes do not see love.
In true light....
They see greed, unfaithfulness, and selfish needs.
My heart cannot be confused with that...
Must I stay blind to have a "you" or someone who is more than that?
Who gives in charity.
True care and true want to be with this one....
Who is Human and imperfect.
Mistakes.
Anger.
Emotions.
Lack of money and Fame.
These portions added to the recipe to love's soup.
Cannot be consumed...Unless you wish to go blind.
Need some one for useless greed and false pride?
Build a structure that shall eventually fall...
To the weighted down structure "our heart;s structure"
That shall then crumble and fall?
Or shall we flush out these parts of the recipe in the toilet where hate needs to go.
Where greed needs to be flushed....
For true hearts never fuse without the sun rays of true care.
To nature the welds of the beams of the structures in both hearts...
To allow healing when things get heavy....
As true care and yearning which are the true components of this "Machine of love"
Construction of such, it can never be rushed.
Going with each moment is the true way...
In which to plan and construct this item.
That runs as an engine.
Providing power to our flame and nuclear power of the art of love.
If it's allowed to run efficiently
We can be forever
We can love eternally.
Never dying alone, drifting from each other
as we melt apart. The engine of the flame stops humming.
Do you wish to make mend to the stopped machine?
Or shall we both pick a tool, make this last,restart the engine..
Feeling the electricity of love zap our heart's love back to life.
The engine is running, again.
Now we shall be, true and forever, as we have made the effort, together.
To reconstruct and power the electricity that builds in each other's souls.
Hating our lives, forever.
Welding our heart, as one.
Together.
Forever.
Skipping lightly on surface tension
hopping lotus pad to pad
barely left a ripple leaving
the domestic shenanigans.

Now rogue ronin rock,
no master no disciple
I wander without orbit
gliding between

Thirty suns warming
cockles of a deadened heart
dreaming a home
When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label

Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover

Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****

I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most

I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket

When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach

Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave

In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve

I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die
Lovely painting
On the wall
Into you
I wish I could fall

You are such
A wonderful scene
Your grass is
An incredible green

Beautiful skies
The deepest of blue
Sitting here for hours
Just looking at you

And your mountains
So majestic and real
Rub my hand across your canvas
All the paint I can feel

Just imagining
What a dream it would be
If I looked out my window
And you I did see

Every brush stroke
Done with precision and skill
Just to see you
It gives me a thrill

On my wall forever
With you I'll never part
Always holding
A special place in my heart
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