young one
Torment; Torment of romance is, like swimming in a pond never reaching the surface.
My love is, like a fountain that fails to be enjoyed.
Life is, like a trial one must endure.
Once romance was, was like a water cascading over pebbles.
My love was, like shown in the halls of angels for all to enjoy.
Life was, like the joy one has when they first learn to tie there shoes.
All this from the lack of a hand to hold.
From eyes to look within and find ones equal.
Can you under stand now young one why a heart a wakens, and the breath deepens, when ones sees a dream that walks among men.
By Jonathan Germundson
My love is, like a fountain that fails to be enjoyed.
Life is, like a trial one must endure.
Once romance was, was like a water cascading over pebbles.
My love was, like shown in the halls of angels for all to enjoy.
Life was, like the joy one has when they first learn to tie there shoes.
All this from the lack of a hand to hold.
From eyes to look within and find ones equal.
Can you under stand now young one why a heart a wakens, and the breath deepens, when ones sees a dream that walks among men.
By Jonathan Germundson
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