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The End of True Love

Is it truly the end of our love?

Will you ever talk or see me again?

The end of love feels like a tomb, buried deep below the cold, dry ground.

We loved each other with every ounce of our soul’s capacity. 

Is it time for the end of true love?

I feel your hand reaching for my back – you want to touch me, but something is holding you back.

I feel your presence but your physical body seems far away

I feel you inside me but you disappear before we both crash into one another;

I hear you trying to talk to me – your voice is scared – you are unsure how to begin.

The end of true love feels like a hole in the heart; a wound so deep, it forever aches.

Every memory is rushing back to the forefront of my mind – every detail appears magically – nothing is missing

We are true love; one; I am you and you blend into me.  We just match perfectly, imperfect.

Then, suddenly there is an end.  Once, a never-ending story- something beyond connection, now, is missing- as if seemingly for eternity.

My mind, body, soul, heart – they are calling for my true love!

My whole being needs the other half; come back to me; this time I feel something different.

You have lost me; you tuned out of our connection.

Come back.

Talk in your voice.  Touch me the way only you know.  Be inside me; completely.

Is this truly the end of love?

Everything is cold and hard, everything feels dead – so lifeless – without you.

Return my fruitful soul. Love with me. Love me true.

I go to bed alone; worried, I yearn for your return.

I feel like I am deserted on some foreign island, completely empty without food or water – left to fend for myself, but once, energy would have allowed me to survive alone.

Is true love over?

My eyes want to cry rivers for you – they need nourishing flow.

My true love does exist; he will connect with me again. 

I’m here; sad, so lonely without my love by my side.

True love always comes back – full circle

Connect to my heart; connect to my love, again and again

True love is always alive, yet, sometimes, it fades. Ignite again. The spark is ready.

Everything has changed but yet everything still remains the same.

True love never really ends, but tell me, where did it begin?

Return – full circle