there is no end to love
which is molten into veins of earth
which glistens even on a forlorn river
which falls and unfurls in life's circle
which lives in dreams of long ago
there is no end to love
which abides silently in frost
to await the kiss of a new spring sun
which dwells in sacred halls
as long as sunsets burn.
(for D.)
2 comments:
yes..love is infinity.
beautiful.
*sighs* Thank you _/|\_
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