You live in the east of the ocean
And I, west of the mountains
And yet with a providential swiftness
We are lead willingly by glad wings
Across the vast continental expanse
Weaving through latitudes and longitudes
Crossing equatorial spheres and tropic zones
Through the portals of datelines
With unerring precision speeding
Towards an appointment of kindred hearts
Oceans and mountains made near
By mystic signals winging through space
Hearing familiar and loved voices clearly
Seeing with fond heart a loving face
Oh how fortunate man is for such inventions
very lovely... Love is not impossible.. no matter how far..no matter where we are when love is there..nothing is impossible.. for love has wings to fly wherever he or she is... very lovely write....very positive 10+++ lovelots, maia
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How your words make love possible with such wonder, so matter how far the distance. 'oceans and mountains made near by mystic signals winging through space'. 10 Karin Anderson