to any call but that of
love
to not do
but be
stretched in soul
among another
call
longing
heart beat throb
so much sense
the mind begins to wheel
my internals
steal the feel
a cupola peels
of light to heal
through the thick & thin
& the darkest of hues
there found was you
fighting for light,
too
i stand unreserved
to notions other than this:
i'll fly to love FULLfueled
dream big
reverence
bliss...
what's to lose?
FULLfueled, i choose
the way to love
is to realize
it might be lost.
- G.K. CHESTERTON
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