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Before we are laid to sleep.

The initial need to be desired as human being, the sence of fulfilment in love, all the things we in turn to obtain we cannot take above ,

such a muse of money and wildest dreams we share, but once this life is over The cupboard seem so bare For we are gravely creations and destined to depart, the only thing that lives beyond is love left in the heart,

life is a sweet investment to be particularly useful in love, each and every day week seek it that emmortal glove, To love on forever in words or images to define, all the love the universe could offer and greatly increase the mind, the lesson in our daily venture that need to be expressed without gain, but adding to the limitations love could cease the pain

The grief of lonely shadows make well in perfect light, we are the grand possession of the flame and so we all ignite,

Like a coexistence between a heaven formed on earth We gather information from our day of birth, we live between What brilliance the earth bestows in trust, before the body dies again and comes back home to dust

The love we collect in a lifetime Lives on beyond the grave And we rejoice in it every promise to our heats thats gave, we'll splash out of the ocean As the greatest wave against the tide, and so our love lives on forever Even after we've died,

What does one know of loving , but it's gentle reminder that love is rare, the companionship of love we with hearts do share , the ability to produce like rapids that chemical inside that not only heals in serenity but so often provides the minded with ideals, to love in the vastness of spaces between those boundaries set aside, complete in all known places the depths we have inside To produce like oxygen the light in selves and lovers bound We are merely weightless in what love has found,

that unify arrangement we all do hope and seek, and when we do find breathless moments unspoken then to speak, the gentleness of a love that dwells the contours of the heart to keep, before we start our longing journey, before we are laid to sleep. 

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Being Me

Such truth spoken so poetically!  Love it x

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