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Waters of true love flow surely and deeply

Gliding in the flow of life’s river

Stopping for no reason but always runs the course to completeness

From the beginning of eternity unto the end.

A single drop falling from heaven’s throne

Landing in the heart of one loved

Multiplying as it travels, grasping one then another

Until the surge cannot be stopped

Rushing from mountain tops to the sea

Rising with the sun to fuse with the invisible

Together forming clouds which move across Blue Sky

To rain love again upon a soul’s heart.

Music of true love soars as truly and swiftly as the winds of life

Melded notes, clinging, one to another, in a magical mystical union.

A solitary sound in history, never heard before, escapes the silver flute

Golden harp and bronze violin

Into the air, notes transcend

From the heart, sent from both lungs of the flutist,

The pluck of the harpist’s fingers

And the drawing of the bow.

Circling, twirling, and dancing with other notes beyond the senses

Moving, aiming directly at the heart, it flows.

Continuing past and through soul’s ears

Seemingly vanishing, but never dying it melds

With a multitude of harmony from all eternity

Joining together, creating songs of love on their own accord.