Thursday, March 3, 2011

it and just that

if you stop short
that ain't love

its just....
something else

cain't explain it
but i know

in the all

not the you
could never
because of
the "it"

"it" don't count
when love
begins to wave
her wand

all borders
melt away

into the
what can
necessarily be

just that.


note: love should fly freely. look around. there are plently of broken folks out there (including you, me, us) that need the embrace of love's unending warm touch. be that. forget the "it" and run like the wind. unhindered.

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