My love
i take your hand to the mountain top
where i sit on the pedestal i imagine your from
grounded in the ground below
but elated in the sounds as we hear the wind blow
your beautiful hair glimmering as though
the suns rays have decided to make you their home
over there the suns rising and the tides in
sitting on the sand hypothesizing why we came to live
philosiphers
make there way up the mountaintop with their eyes
but we realize there dreams when they realize our lives
my love
ancient ways with modern days blaze the knowledges gaze to the suns rays
that stay warming the snow on this plateau
so as the water flows so must the world know that

i love you

you who have heard my voice travel on the winds carried by the orange moon to where you live
and if you give me a second then you shall recieve a thousand blessings on your name
besides the physical frame you attract me again and again
to spread the spirit which maintains our home
simply much more then poems
complex and shown through the evidence of our histories
this story goes along like this boy meets girl,
strangely shaped is both boy and girls world,
to fit like puzzle peices strangely put together,
to lock into place a love that is forever,
and though we seperate our minds and our bodies,
the oneness of our existance is more evident now then ever,

peace

yours truly
your lover