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Have you ever fiddled with Forever while dancing within the heart of Love? Fooled are the dancers struck by the lust; seeking stagnation and moments to last unending; Forever becoming but a slippery concept, lost among the seasons of change... 

Oh misunderstanding! Spreading like wildflowers on a misty summery mountainside...though, inherent, lay seeds like secrets of destiny unfolding something words and ideas cannot ever hold... 
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~love's Absolute~

Have you ever fiddled with Forever while dancing within the heart of Love? Fooled are the dancers struck by the lust; seeking stagnation and moments to last unending; Forever becoming but a slippery concept, lost among the seasons of change... 

Oh misunderstanding! Spreading like wildflowers on a misty summery mountainside...though, inherent, lay seeds like secrets of destiny unfolding something words and ideas cannot ever hold... 
For Love cannot be bridled, and Forever cannot be kept. 

Like romantic poets, attempts to capture this essence will not cease until humanity breathes it's final breath; In vain, only to draw an arrow in words - which only ever point to an experience of infinity. 
So profound and untamed, it is; impossible to capture; as catching and keeping an echo in a cup. 

Perfectly resonating counter-balances, are they! Wholly such soulfully intertwined twins, bound and inseparable.  Suffered is each half, in the other's absence ~ wherever timeless is, one will exist not without the other; for One is only truly found through the transcendent reflection of the other's divine gaze.  

The symphonic universe hums their song in it's creation; the dance, seen in a galaxy's grace. Forever speaks only in presence; the gaze into an infants eye; the stillness in being; the remembrance of oneness within interlocking fingers of twin-flames. It's rhythm is growth; it's resonance speaks it's secrets in perfection. 
It is the essence of who we are; seeking and returning to oneness. 

Blessed are the lovers who seek not to capture, but flow with and become it. For there, in their oneness: the gateway, revealed... 

Forever is but a dropp of succulent sweetness, savored wholly by Love's absolute. 

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