Distant Love
- Dec 1, 2005
- 1 min read
A man sits and waits and thinks
Images of his true love when he blinks
His body and mind in a foreign place
His heart and soul at his base
Lying amidst the temporal sands
Encircled by her loving hands
But of distance he shows no concern
as he is sure their hearts will learn
that on each new embrace
a greater love will displace
The temporary of the present
for an infinity that is iridescent
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