The orb of night sliced into thin hemispheres
Wish away in a blink as delicate as life
The petals of held breaths in a still flower
Praying the passerby may hesitate and be a savior
The lick of surf that brings in shells maybe a reluctant giver
But my love for you stands eternal.
Days that fade and spill
Calendars of yesteryears once held so dear
Dust on past that is not stirred
The forgotten words to songs of birds
The sweetheart tree may heal
But my love for you is true and real.
The doubts of newspaper print tomorrows
Lingering of exasperated burdens
This world's thick darkness
May tug on you still
But my love for you, never will.
The seas of discontent once suffered
The Leviathan undiscovered
Great mass of unexplored deep
Wandering unknown sheep
Collected beneath a tree
All these may bring a sigh
But not my love for thee.
Truer than any promise
Of tomorrow's sunrise
More keen and honest than a child's newborn eyes
A hope that is so very crystal clear
A faith unmovable nor could be steered
A love more vast than any astronaut could conceive,
Yes this is my love for you,
If you would just,
~BELIEVE.~
W.K.Blackburn
~for my twinflame~