With Love

Life is but a fleeting moment, dancing across the pages of time.
But, my darling, how our love keeps us immortal.
Ah, how true love is like that…it heals the wounds that scar our souls,
the madness that we are driven to through our ephemeral lives upon this bruised and battled earth.
When you make love to me, you make me forgot the weakness of my spirit.  With the back of your hand you touch my cheek, and make me whole.

With you, I am home…
And there is nowhere else I ever wish to be.

by SnowDiamond on Saturday, January 14, 2012

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