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It’s never easy to understand,

yet so simple to know.

My thoughts rest on you

and this gamut of love games and warfare.

It appears we both seem to be winning

I have poured myself into loving you better,

and you’ve squeezed so much out of your soul

offering it so fully and readily,

I feel it.

So this is happiness?

Clawing our way through the minefields

of everyday love,

saving what we can,

valuing it higher each day.

Sharing battle scars and stories,

arguing over our point of view

and who saw it better.

It never mattered,

only that we listened to each other at all,

especially in the silent times

when hearts were beating out of tune

in the loneliest opus.

But the rhythm always changes it by the nature

of our songs -

two hearts pounding it out, 

it’s a beautiful rhythm -

the base of a brilliant lovers' symphony

where everyday things,

tell of an amazing love story

that has, and will span the breath of time.

Because, there is no story worthy of me,

without you in it.

And the losses on love's battlefield,

strewn with decimated hopes;

it’s merely the glitter

highlighting our current gains in our love.

Love had spoken for us,

reserving our places

in the book of the rare loves,

a kind of love where

each finger placement on my skin,

so deftly, draws my most sacred doors open,

everything laid bare,

sealed only by your delicate kiss, a truce,

the flame for the fire of passion,

ours for igniting,

bodies on sweet fire;

hearts beating as one,

an amalgam

melding of our plasma

into one state of being, our Nirvana,

and though we might get distracted

by some other distant star,

our souls are never content to wander too far,

a love for infinity will find us

beyond every bright and jaded star

and draw us back,

the battle ever waiting,

ever fought.

A mystery for you and me, 

may we never solve it!

Our love ever new, ever old,

written by our souls.

Collected in the everlasting book of love,

in the chapter,

The Rarest Kind.

Still Love you infinity + ♡♥

Special thanks to Cupid for edits ;)

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Its never easy to understand yet, so simple to know.

My thoughts rest on you and this gamut of love games and warfare.

Its seems we both seem to be winning

i've poured myself into loving you better,

and youve squeezed so much out of your soul

offering it so fully and readily, i feel it.

So this is happiness?

Clawing our way through the mine fields of everyday love,

saving what we can,  valuing it higher each day.

sharing battle scars and stories,

arguing over our point of view and who saw it better.

It never mattered, only that we listened to eachother at all

especially, in the silent times when hearts were beating out of tune In the loneliest opus. But the rythym always changes itd the nature of our songs two hearts pounding it out, 

Its a beautiful rythym the base of a brilliant lovers' symphony where everyday things, tell of an amazing love story

that has and will span the breath of time.

Because there is no story worthy of me, with out you in it.

And the losses on love's battlefield, strewn with dessimated hopes is merely the glitter that highlights the current gains in our love.

Love had spoken for us,

reserving our places in the book of the rareest kind of love,

The kind of love where each fingerplacement on my skin,

so deftly draws my most sacred doors open,

everything laid bare,

sealed only by your delecate kiss, a truce,

the flame for the fire of passion.

ours for ignitement, bodies on sweet fire;

Our hearts beating as one,

 melding of our plasma, into one state of being our Nirvana

And though we might get distracted by some other distant star,

our souls are never content to wander too far,

a love for infinity will find us beyond every bright and jaded star

and draw us back, the battle ever waiting, ever fought.

A mystety for you and me, may we never solve it!

our love ever new, ever old,

written by our souls

Collected in the everlasting book of love,

in the chapter of The Rarest Kind.