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“Wake me up in the A.M.”

There is a mystery that lives within the very essence of time.

It is immortal.

We call this substance love.

Now you may not be aware...

But this fire, this passion, this thing called love drives us.

It motivates us.

When we follow its light, we remember our source, our essence of existence.

Now call me in the A.M.

Love at first sight.

Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.

Love for himself.

Love for her.

Spiritual warfare comes when we are most vulnerable.

Now he doesn't understand why,

But she takes his breath away.

Perfect connection that cannot be.

Soulmates lost at sea.

Self interest and sin are cousins that conflict the mind and burden the heart.

Ironically, they rob us all of the essence of life itself, known to us as love.

Now every now and then,

Regardless of our creed or sex,

Comes along a special someone.

An incredible breathing conglomerate of matter that bodaciously and relentlessly, without their knowing, or intention, remind us of our essence.

This glorious energy that makes our heart thump, or ache when we are deprived of it, feeds off of this special someone's essence and aura like a magnet.

Unveiling the curtain of how we feel about this insatiable attraction often produces unpredictable results.

Now call me in the A.M.

Because broken hearts and broken hope are cousins that drink the cyanide of passionate audacity.

Soulmates not meant to be.

If only this was a dream...

Or so it seems?

Mystery. Mystery. Mystery.

A.M. - A.M. - A.M.

If only.

Now the essence fades away...