Tell me that love returns
to break the silent waves of pain;
those large imperious waves of pain
in the vast ocean of sorrow.
Tell me that love returns
to catch the falling stars;
those bright imperious sparks of stars
withing the vast sky of sorrow.
Tell me that love returns
to mend this broken heart;
this shattered, broken, wounded heart
in the vast soul of sorrow.
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Love - Jane hath ne'er left from within the 'Immortal Metaphor' heart beats as host, requited since all that have 'Self' is Godly neither He nor She but We of the Universe are 'family' and the Same Love, is Omnipresent louie levy 09.09.2009