Avant - Garde
She governs my heart...
she rescued my once
weary soul...
...found abandoned
on a derelict ledge...
...many years ago...
...a bereft soul of a time past
stolen innocence...
...of a soul near death...
...held together by one
distant promise...
...one dormant wish...
she reached in with her
courage found one lone
tear of love...
...her soul had not forgotten...
...not forgotten this power...
...this love...
...An angel lead her by the hand...
to fields of love bountiful fruition...
where true love discovered...
without temptation...
where love cascades...true love
has no threshold in time...
where the mere thought of love...
where the mere thought of truth...
this place where hearts combine...
where the thought of the above...
where our souls align...
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