She has forgotten and can't seem to recall.
It was but a dream. After all.
She awoke but didn't rise. To seize the day before her.
So it shall lay in wait. For the evidence one must consider.
The heat was flush and misty dawn raw.
Sensing the thrill but not the fall.
Lest the bliss cease and the joy escape.
Memories are dust beneath her faith.
Secrets be damned and the truth be told.
For who should stand and be so bold.
The artist creates illusions and plants the seed.
But the heart is cold and driven by greed.
Bring to me all that is mine.
Declares the one who draws the line.
Yet the truth is simpler and much sweeter than this.
But forgoing the remedy leaves a fool remiss.
It's not in the desire and its not in the want.
See the mortals who so easily flaunt.
Its in the tender heart and its in the truth.
Test it and see. Its there and its proof.
Its always been and always will be.
Alive and well. An age old thing.
For all of eternity and all who believe.
Its in the giving that you receive.
{Valentina Silver©️}
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