Today's feeling.

A love born once must be born again. A spark that burned, then died, leaving cinders to be fanned. By the wind and thrown to flame; flames like tongues impassioned in a moments burst. Tell me friend- why do you stand aloof from your own heart? The truth confronts you- the truth confronts you as the sea crushing without detail. Impassioned and detached, killing with love and power in God's name. Love conquers poses, love smashes stances, love crushes angels into black. So you, without question, know your first love is your last.And you will never- never- never- love again. I always wished to walk with her into restaurants,(A clammy tale). To be seen beside her at the public bar foot rail. I always wanted to be matched with her. Yet her beauty was so different to mine. My "beauty" needs an understanding and a knowledge of what I am. Hers is enough earned thru eons; for that is what true beauty is time's gift to perfect humility. May I be matched with you again. I know the match is bad, but God help me. May I be matched with you again. I know the match is bad, but God help me. May I be matched with you againI know the match is bad, but God help me. Without your match there is no flame
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