Those who want the fewest things are nearest to the Gods. - Socrates

Loves Echo


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Let love intoxicate your mind like the echo in a gorge, That echo that keeps returning to you, even if you call only once. Love weeps on our doorsteps ever minute of the day but instead we walk right by it without blinking an eye we have abandoned love, forgotten, too busy, too far Time shall prove you wrong, regret comes too late to salvage our sight In our own boundaries that we create we are not free to love, truly love Slow down, break those boundaries, open your eyes So that you can feel the love, the agape love. Make an echo for love.



© Derek
2005-07-19

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