Love Is Real

This moment would bring pleasure.
More than they had ever known.
The price then paid in agony,
moving restlessly within a dream
that has no end.

Sealed, done, the bond in place.
Terrorized by everlasting grace.
What could life be, beyond
this ecstasy? Moment by moment,
the fire rose higher. Pulsing motion
heaven bent, before the living hell
of separation.

No matter all the preparation,
everything is left undone. Remember
all the songs we used to sing...?
Dreaming us to just one point
of total synchronicity. Insanity -
this endless love is real...

? Michaelette ?

3/30/2002
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