Untitled -- 10.11.2008

A beckoning torch, a breath that clutches my chest - a love so pure it grows from knowledge of it’s glowing puerile embodiment - a sacred chant to sleep within the arms if an angel - to be home forever and no matter what always facing life - head on with a smile - with a smile so bright, pure and true to not only the two, now one, but to all around and above - speaking their love from their singular, unparalleled soul - articulating love even in silence, through the windows to one soul - an unquenchable fire of hot passion can’t hide behind any faithless facade - one love felt on bodies and soul, even through miles of space - nothing can hide it, Nothing!

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