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What are you waiting for?
In a world of magic and mystery,
There is love, like connective
Tissue; a link between
Heaven and Hell's gateway,
Liquid nectar I would gladly drink,
To my happiness.
My only regret would be
That, when it arrives it
Becomes unexplainable and
Therefore, more lovely
To my eyes.
For love has no words to speak.
You may admire its beauty,
Sing in reverence to its frailty with
Voice raised in exultation.
These three insouciant references are
Oft inclined to meet for
When in love, they are our retreat,
A kindred in shape and form,
Just as love and hate are inexplicably drawn
Together, for the bands of love and
Its eternal ring will ever show us
Both sides.
The power of motion draws love
To us, irresistably and what more
Could a man and a woman do but
Fall, deeply to its incantation.
Of tall timber and sturdy oak
Can stand the test of time,
Side by side they will grow,
Yet they barely touch until,
The deeper you would gaze beneath
The soil, you would find them intertwined and
Admiration for love's sweet mystery would
Cause the flicker, one of recognition and
Understanding that you are viewing two
As an inseperable
