yet those written can always be erased.
If truth was a medal of honour, would we wear it with pride?
'Loves Renaissance'
Intrinsically woven within destiny's path
A love came
So pure in its clarity
With a pitch so exquisite and serene
That two hearts began to breathe again
True love
That only the heart can sense
Can only be sung intuitively
From the heart by the soul
True love
Eclipses all shadows of the past
Sorrows and regrets.
True love
Touches each life.
Only when twin souls meet at destiny's crossroads.
Does the spark become an eternal flame
True love
In reality last eternally.
May our eternal flame burn white
As hopes and ideals live once again.
True love
Never wearies
Sorrow is never a burden.
As eternity is the rebirth of the soul
Then true love is our own
Elusive eternal flame
but not destiny itself.
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are but we mere mortals are
I heard the rain fall...somewhere,
Guitar tears mirrored a single, sad life.
Your heart rained against this window to my soul
with splayed hand, slender fingers reached but
Starfished against the glass of your soul,
not touching the heart dark and grey.
I need someone to grasp my hand out reached
Yet all I feel is coldness, wind and rain.
Chilled finger tips, on the iced glass,
somewhere a hand is within this falling rain.
Souls mirrored in time lost apon the path
Warmth
penetrates
touching
I look up through the smudged rain against the window
Your face,
those blue eyes grey in the rain
I can't come out,
not yet.
Souls facade of mirrors refracted visison
lets us be only voyeurs to the other.
Echoes of angry emotions of another
holds me firm.
Hands starfish against each other-
fogs a halo of heat around our hands apon this window
to our souls,
still not touching.
Promising
hearts winter will end
I wonder
what spring will bring.
1 May 2003