Stories though their beauty lies,
Upon a million pages,
And though their precious meaning lasts,
Throughout the many ages,
And though they tell of so-called-love,
In novels and fairytales,
Words and pictures, paper bound,
Reality, they fail,
For love lies somewhere deeper,
Than a book upon a shelf,
Eternal timelessness,
In dreams and journeys of oneself,
It lives and breathes forever,
And it can't be caged in covers,
Even if in certain tales,
They tell of perfect lovers.
Please tell me what you think
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I agree completely. Gotta love a poem with truth and meaning. "And it can't be caged in covers," is my favorite line in this piece. Very very nice.
Hope all is well with you sir.
Kelse
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