True Love, If I May Call It So....
True love is on its way , a little far a little stray. But here to stay, after all the price we pay. True love is no mystery, it is the in fact the simplest complexity. It is the thirst of humanity, to be quenched by its proximity. True love is a sham some days, it's a the claw that clams my grace. I see the bright blue Sunrays at the beach as my heart floats away, dancing with waves. True love!? ‘huh’! I let out a small laugh; for a humanity that's forgotten it's clause. All my will is beat and still, as I watch the world in a languid pause.