FLEETING MEMORY
he speaks to me of love
whispers of all that i dream
holding my heart in his hands
his memory merges with mine
he promises the secrets of my desire
yet i have only one
tis a secret to be held close to me
securing it with the strings of my soul
as quietly as it began
soft words spoken
the changing winds
it drifts away
with smiles of its memory
and tears of its loss
i hold onto what he never received
my treasured secret that none has ventured to attain
to be strong in who i am
is to find who they are inside
having patience in the ways of life
for then shall i attain the true meaning of love
as slow as a butterfly emerges from its cocoon
so shall be this purpose
fleeting memories of disappointments
well then be forgotten
keeping to myself
well only delay the enevitable
fears of the unknown
are just that....
we gather strength from it
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