Paris lost - again - but was never really his to have and to hold - nor was she...
It was a dream - a thought - against the backdrop of a reality - avoided - dismissed - yet all consuming - and destructive - as if fashioned by Set himself for the amusement of the gods.
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- but to feel the oneness of their Souls... Great question at the end of the poem. Yet I would love to question: if we know what an open heart is what could stop us try to find oneness in somebody else or even better in something else(Nature) . True love could never end, if is inside a heart it can only grow and needs badly to be shared. To be! There is always need of love in this world even if unhappy. Unhappiness shall bring the appetite for a happy life. Good memory shall create space new good memories. Thank you for share, a great write it helps to connect to the soul from inside.
A very profound live poem. Love should never die but age with grace. A good write.