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My vision of love is of an embrace without touch

Manifested souls and love making by distant bodies

My vision of love is the dialect for eternity

Deleting fantasies and implying reality –

Complying to all that a woman deserves

My vision of love is the contact lens in the eye of happiness

A caress from the hand of time;

Truth from the mouth of mind

My vision of love “is” mine…

And no one else’s

Jealous-less –

Compelled in beauty and truth

The youthfulness subjected in aging hearts…

My vision of love is the dream in a mind of nightmares;

The gleam within a glare that stares confidently in the face of fear…

My vision of love is the scent of spring’s atmosphere

My vision of love is love’s vision of me –

The reflection of perfection in the mirror of all that is imperfect

My vision of love is the piece of beauty:

Within the outskirts of the ghetto;

The ugliness within the heart of waters;

Within the belly of the beast…

See, my vision of love is the beauty that lies beneath –

The innocence of a child;

The call of the wild;

The essence that manifests Man & Woman,

Boy & Girl…

My vision of love is the vision God had when creating the world.





Tha Prodigal One...