About Love
Reading the Book
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I thought it odd
that the Marker held at
the page of Disbelief.
Remembering the first time the force of Reality hit,
The Guilt rampant
The Intensity of the Pain
Dreams scattered in the fibers of your shattered mirror,
the crevasse so deep beyond measure, I thought them
Unrecoverable
I thought you the same. Just Lost
and you were Gone
into your Nothingness.
And then in every passage following,
the pain reflects still
in trying to separate
emotion
memories
passion
emptiness
lust
need
negotiating peaks and valleys
in the effort to climb out of the abyss
Then
into the light
you start living again.
The Effort exuding
selfish reasons
albeit the right ones still -
to strengthen the human being
to expand the person
to hold close to your heart
this experience
this coupling
forever
Not releasing a breath of what you have...
by in Exhaling it would be lost.
No fear
Continuing forward.
Not the same as you recover further.
Be it always a sacred place
Never thrown to the wind,
Never tossed aside
Never forgotten.
It threads into the threshold of what is tomorrow.
Beyond Love.