Our minds and souls have somehow linked.
Strolled down paths of rain freshened flowers.
Forever mingling to songbird hues.
We spread our mutual seed into forests green.
The texture of our scent. Pristine.
The past cannot blemish such moments.
In the center of our lifetime, a golden pool.
Harp fish splash a silvery surface.
The bottom strewn with love's jewels.
We dive for the blue heart of it all.
A deepening touch, tumbling walls.
An eddy of us paints a lavender dusk.
We emerge pure as the sum of our love.
Infinity plus infinity equaling us.
Death cannot divide the frolic of such moments.