The Mightiest River

Love has planted the seeds of true emotions inside me once again
breaking through its shell with a soft crack
spreading its roots upon the insides of my own shell
however with no cracks, smooth and calmness reign
drinking the blood of my lust and lies and replacing it
replacing it with the crimson liquid of adoration
the sweetest of all the red nectars

flowing through my stony veins with a warmth unseen
farther from the heart, in fluid motions it travels
like the mighty river carving its way among the worlds soil
the dirt in witch our seed of amour was planted to grow, and to mature
and to be delivered to us upon this day, wrapped in all the finest bows
to save me from the darkest wrath of depression and the spirals that encompass it
swirling down, down, down, into madness and ending

but no! i have not fallen victim to this atrocity in life,
but rather defeated it, with the acompnement of the softest of hands
guiding me on the path to the greenest of gardens, where the seed of passion is planted
given life from the mighiest of rivers and the warmest of suns, and of emotions
for love is not a solid idea, but rather a feeling of sorts, a unique experience for every individual,
at least those lucky enough to experience it first hand, soft hand

i am of the luckiest breed in that i have perfection within my grasp
and losing such simply is not an option, not for this day and age, and not for this lifetime
the lifetime that is one of one that i received at conception and birth, and i shall not take it lightly
not for lovers sake, and not for my own
the mighty river flows forward, ever moving on, ever progressing

and so i too shall progress, as such mighty rivers do, to the greenest of gardens
to plan the seeds of our love, for there is no other, not in its true form
and we shall nurture it together among the days, and when the time comes,
when the blossom ripens into a beautiful, flowing gown of pedals
we shall see the true light of love and passion
directly in our sight and yet just out of our reach

for it it is a journey, this love, and one of treachery at that
many trials lie ahead, and only the true, of witch we are, can survive
and we shall survive, persevere, unti lwe reach that golden growth
that point at witch all is clear and all is right
and we, together, with the sofest of hands, pick our creation of love,
of passion, our growth, our flower

and upon the muddy banks of the mightiest river we shall be, and shall kneel
setting upon the cool, unbreakable tension that is the waters edge, the fruit of our labors
the flower of our love, and of our passion
letting it flow along with the mighest river, always progressing, flowing toward the future,
as we shall as well
always in love, always

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