| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| 9.18.01 I can not count my tears; for there are too many spilling down my cheeks, to my breast soaking my shirt and covering -filling- my palms as I wipe them a w a y. If there is a greater human experience than the pain of an aching heart -breaking and melting of hot tears- and the ache of loving you so inherently, so innocently(like the love of angels falling s o f t l y across our foreheads) I can not imagine it. You are my friend, my love, my sister, forever in time - whether our souls have touched or not (yet infinitely so, because I believe it must be) & within this moment (tightly wrapped) is this goldenly-held life lesson; there is no greater love, no greater human evolving possibly being, than one who loves more for you (the other) than (me) the self.... As you sit beside me (beautiful)(alive), long before my heart can begin to understand the loss that might - in heaven's darkly gasp - be you: Utterly Evolving I Weep For Mortality And For Time And Nothing We Can Do But Apparently (essentially) Whole-Heartedly in Splinters of Infinity: LOVE. And love (for you) as Forever as death may be, Becomes my prayer. |
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