And when all is said and done and the stars have gone to sleep, what then of a love so true and real. What then is it to be called, for surely a love so true can never die. No distance or wall can break it down, no words or actions will lessen its will. So the fire burns strong within its prison cell, the walls, each a mirror to the past, a past that has crawled it's way into the future refusing to let go. A belief so passionate that nothing can stand in its way. How beautiful a thought and yet at the same time how sad. So what do I call you when you show your face, am I to treat you as a friend or tread cautiously with fear of an enemy approaching. And then here you are back within me a feeling, a moment, a thought reignited, my body and mind shocked back into reality, thrown back to a time long passed. A stranger now or so it seems, a light that must eventually fade, a traveler with nowhere to go.
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