the long river stretches wide
meandering as a little stream
into one mighty fall called love
the thing between death,
being born
the reason am alive
one to appreciate beauty,
the uniqueness of your soul
rarely exquisite heart
with its crystal walls,
the reflection of my soul
with this unfeigned smile,
floating on the river of life
painting memories,
on canvases within our minds,
with these brushes of time
the tale of two hearts
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