URSL

First love

I love more than anything else is poetry people seem to have a hard time understanding me maybe it's just a passion I feel so secure there.I can transform the world there I make everything fit on its place on the shelf.Bit now you stand in front of the shelf and I notice you again the Shelf is not the place for you but rather my heart. one time you was the only one there then you were gone so I started to build my world one poem after another. I could pick a chapter anytime and read it. To relive the touch the warmth the sadness and the pain without crying because it just became a game called life without you.Maybe my world has become your world by reading the chapters of yesterday and now there are
new entries crying for placement in a better place then a
shelf.So I kiss your soft hair everyday. I look to the sky
for a new day. I find myself contented just knowing your
> love is there.Within the pages of time. Lightning did strike a second time but it burned away yesterday. I see you through the rain forest. I smell the flowers around you even the tiniest one yields its petals to your touch. and the angels say to each other:"That's God's kind of
love walking the earth. Once again heaven and earth are united. Because of that love. Tho life is temporary. And
time will meet its end. Each moment shared brings peace to steady the hectic day. For there is love. I have collected every grain of sand. To build our castle by my hand.I could lay my pen down and just reach for your hand.I couldn't move the mountain but dug the tunnel of love instead. More in depth to get to know you.Now my world seems perfect for a moment.Till I have to write again. And roll out the red carpet to walk love to live at least on paper. But better then paper and poetry is US

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