You cannot possess love, only share in it.
I envy the lovers hand and hand they walk,
gazing upon the other while the heart is all
that talks.
Music floods the hollow and a melody I hear
of the song birds invitation to dream you
so ever near.
Weeping like a mist of rain a blanket of dew
left behind and in each drop a reflection of
the sadness accumulated over time.
Stand strong said the oak whose branches
battled every storm, bend softly said the
willow the uncertainty is norm.
Memories in position to ignite within
the dream and sail upon the clouds of
love with comfort that rids the agitation
of reality.
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