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love knows no bounds
it breaks the challenges of time
beyond the limitations of my humanness..
it is but a sad truth that..
love, is not as immortal as id like it to be
it has a beginning
and it has an ending..
a rarity would be
the resurrection of it from the ashes
to regain its wings and engulf me with
a new found perspective
a re-charged sense of belonging
that this time
love is not the vehicle for change
rather it will be the healer of all things
erasing old wounds and re building what was once lost