The Depths of Love
So wounding the remarks The words so uncaring and cruel The indulgence was brief Emotionless, harsh to the soul So numbing the iciness, upon row upon row of an eternity of pristine ice Beneath the harshness of a tormented exterior lies something dormant Unknown by many but observed by a few Something that gathers more truth that our existence itself A goodness that defines our very spirit The choice was guided It was no mistake A union is formed, whether wanted for or not Its demands are many, but rewards are more So special, so affectionate, so sought for A bond for all times, all places and all circumstances Betoken by destiny Forever |