When two lone souls
Walking along the paths of life,
No matter what the two were,
Or what paths, they may have traveled.
Walking the hours,into months,
Into years of crowded solitude.
When these lone travelers should meet at a junction,
With a friendly smile, a gentle kiss,and a touch,
They share one love,these two merge...
Merging into one heart, one life,
Merging into one being,one soul.
Their heartbeats race with the intensity of two wild
Horses, racing across the face of an erupting volcano.
The hooves marking the tempo of the lovers hearts...
As the earth moves, and the lava starts its downwards
Journey,burning away all traces and memories of the
Old life,and merging into a union of heated rebirth.
The travelers are like the lava and rock,
Neither consuming the other,but merging together,
The two become one...
