LOVE NEVER DIES.. At the end of the age of innocence..Man meets woman, and love stories begin. All that matters in the beginning is the two of you. Can a first kiss truly be the first one? Or will we in some way compare it to the last one that hurt us? Is a beautiful garden not the same as a wild jungle? Laws of the land. Things grow, strive to survive, only so others can live. Where animals roam in the thrill of the chase. First we make love- and then make war- my hearts true story. The call of the wild for creatures alike.. Is a contact sport, where one wants to touch. We call it love- but that's only a word. Neither of us can explain what we truly feel. What was created in the path set before we walked in, far beyond our control. My heart beats differently to the shape of your hand in which is the mold. Mythological beasts surround us- behold! Guarded, yet we protect one another. In moments of silence- we hear them approach. What is love but the fight to stay together? Forces of nature, and what comes naturally are never dismembered, and despite the overwhelming strength of the currents we get caught in, only the strongest foundations cannot be torn apart. Built of a sturdy structure.. makes it easier to ride out the storms. And whenever the "hell" of rain, and winds subside you survey what's left by looking around from side to side. There will be many familiar, emotional landmarks deeply embedded in your heart that your eyes no longer see. Sorting through the rubble, you begin to salvage the pieces, and once you're finally able to PEACE things back together. The image of the past will change, only then will you see.. every life experience you've gone through was necessary, and the outcome evolves the person your meant to be! If life doesn't challenge you, it won't change you. One thing you can believe in.. I never waiver.. I'd say this looking in your eyes.. although you may be uncertain.. my friendship, and LOVE NEVER DIES! I'm always strapped to fight in any war you go through! First we make love- and then make war- my hearts true story!
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