Lover’s Myth


Mysteries of the heart cumbersome if not shared, many ways to embark, many moments bring tears, while none can claim novice, nor dare to claim Pro, experience inneffective, each time the unknown.

If not for the promise, an American dream, picket fence for our children would never be seen, though often a not, this hope that is sought, will trump the most powerful, expressed with a scar.

If measured in depth, all would be said, success or our failure, love could never be met.

Written 8-8-2012

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