If love was a body of water, the ocean would be minuscule in it’s ability to contain
Nothing would have the power to stop the water from meeting the shore
If expressed in words, the plot would never end
the book would be the words read before every night of sleep
If love was fiction, no tale or plot would be grand enough
the hero or heroine would never ride into the sunset, they would never leave the set
If a melody, a song, or symphony, the cadence would always play in our memory
a never-ending companion from within
There would be no end to euphoria, no end of the divine
If love was measured in time, eternity would only be the beginning
As simple and intricate as a ticking clock held in a pocket
Feeling the depth of love would be as simple and as profound as touch, hand to hand
yet overwhelming as a flood washing down the debris on the mountainside
Love is the magic behind the mystery
The forgotten thing remembered, just like the summer of ’69
~(thoughts from the movie “Awakenings”)
Beauty Near Me 