We have felt feelings of life,
wondering why they cease,
All too soon, after they begin
Feelings of joy, we hope would never end
Pain and suffering, in life they must blend
Thoughts deeply focused far beyond our seed
Our time in space, to fulfill a need
As from dust to dust, as the air we breath
Our love dwells within
Life's beautiful addiction,
As of no other akin
Our existence as we know our life to be
A gift of pleasure we feel
Pain exists, lest we forget,
as a child's burned hand,
so, we must learn to never touch again
For love will extinguish the painful fires of our lives
Totally happy we'll be...
As when before we began
As before and after we begin
Awaiting the need,
for our seed again...
...louie levy
(c) 1999
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