For some it takes a life time,
For some it's but a sigh,
For others they must wait their years,
And days as they crawl by.
For some it happens sweetly,
A kiss, embrace, a ring,
Others wait a lifetime, yet:
With still no sing to sing.
For some it's but an ancient myth:
This 'true love' to be found?
But those who've truly found it say it's:
Sweeter than any sound.
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Thousands of people we may meet On the street, on the bus, on the train Never to see again. With hundreds of people we may speak A word or two, ideas and thought The wars we fought.
We play this game, not knowing the rules.
Love doesn't just happen, it grows. It's like a ball of plasticine that you have to shape and mould and take apart and put back together.
Two years can teach a heart so much: When to talk, when to touch; How to forgive, how not to forget That even the wisest don't know it all yet.
He's like reaching for the moon. Out of my league, out of my grasp. He's become my whole universe. All consuming, lost in a love so vast. I'm floating, swimming, pink sky space.
*So I haven't been on Opuss in ages due to extreme GCSE shizzle and general business.
The last petal of the rose is still hanging on , its strong Your touch , when I told you never changed.
Walking through the path of life we are often in the dark. The eerie silence shattered by a solitary bark. Yet in you exists a candle, one that shines a light.
@naaviie @Janflower thank you super muchly both! ๐๐ @leelee101 ... Maybe a little ๐๐๐๐
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