Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 27, 2012

So Rare A Love




What makes this love so unique and rare that nothing else can compare? Common traits we will find but this love is yours and mine. Gentle brushes against my cheek and to my heart the words repeat. " The love that follows day to day and checks the seasons that come to play, reveals the treasure of the soul when friends meet and partners hold."

Majestic the view, the dance of lovers in the skies of blue, white silk flowing in the wind and the hand that pulls her close within. Look once more upon the stars and view the image of the heart. Extending from heaven to the earth, with one moment a love was birthed. 

Call it fate this love we share, perfect it shows what happens when two care.  So calm the night it soothes the soul, clearing the sky where dreams unfold. Shining stars doth bring a joy, as the angels employ. Removes the sorrow, erase the fear, only happiness is allowed here. 

What makes this love so unique and rare that nothing else can compare? Common traits we will find but this love is yours and mine. Gentle brushes against my cheek and to my heart the words repeat. " The love that follows day to day and checks the seasons that come to play, reveals the treasure of the soul when friends meet and partners hold."

Truth had spoken, love entwined as our souls merged the heart and mind. Infinite the treasure sweet bridges the miles so we may greet. No fear of blindness for I do see so precious a love that touches me. Therefore the words are spoken of a love that thou shall not be compared, for it is indeed quite rare. 

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