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My love and I
meet under the sky
and dance as we witness
each age
pass by.
She is peace,
security
in
sameliness.
I am passion,
the thirst
for
change
and
growth.
She is warmth, the pride
in tradition.
I am progress,
the blaze of
revolution.
And though we may
exist forever,
one cannot live
without
the other.
Her thoughts are not in your control.
Her feelings should be free, as the sound of chiming bells.
Clip her wings, tell her lies.
Shine those rose colored glasses.
Watch her live behind a latched door as her spirit slips away.
So you can keep her in sight.
In sight of those rose colored glasses.
You sit with no sound.
Never cry nor shout.
As if you are a sunflower stuck in the ground.