Poetry for the Soul

What I Hope For

Even after death I hope that our souls could hold hands in an eternal dance.

Did you know, that once he got the chance even Father Time cried a few tears of sand having never seen a love as beautiful as ours. The hourglass of our affection, has an endless amount of grain, never growing old as we grow old together.

Yes, better with age like a fine wine. True love maybe in her I could find mine. As Cupid's arrow was aligned, we came to the line, began the race and fell at the start. Hearts so intuitively combined not even the jaws of life could tear us apart... In a whirlwind we spend as beautiful cherry blossoms sky fall in..... to this glorious world constructed by our devotion, made in the flow of our love, formed by the eruption of our most powerful emotions. Like a butterfly, we flutter as gusts of everant wind rush through us. We glide on that wind, as it lifts our spirits. We live for the rush as it leaves us plummeting towards the ground. Adrenaline pulses through our vains as our essence twist together -- then separates --not to find another place to gather but toooo... to become one with everything around us. Spreading throughout this world until our souls condense and once again combine...

So that, even after death our souls could hold hands in an eternal dance.

Then we could travel through the heavens as a shooting star piercing through time with the purest loves lance. The sands of time would even melt away in the presence of the flames of our most passionate desires.

We will dance on through reality, As it repeats itself. The Big Bang being the product of our combination.

Only the purest form of Ecstacy will be the residue that we leave behind.

Our love defies the laws of the universe because... because wellll... Even after death our souls could hold hands in an eternal dance.