PLEASE DONT PLAGERIZE...this was written by me~
Grains of SAND
Like slipping sand seeping through my fingers I feel our love starting to fall. Grain by grain it falls out of my reach and beyond my sight. Unnoticeable until its almost gone and by then, to late to save. I'm desperately search trying to find it, but each morsel so tiny with its own significance is single until pieced together to create a more significant, explicable form, that then grows and takes home in a heart, and is called love. It takes each piece, each grain to complete the puzzle, anything less is far too incomplete. Each is named compassion, soul, willing, giving, caring, concern, hope and so on. Once the pattern breaks and one grain is lost, like children the others follow, until everything you thought you lived for, everything you would have died for, is gone.
Out of sight, out of reach, out of mind and requires much faith and worlds of searching to again find.
