Monday, March 27, 2017


The satisfaction that we all desire
The purpose that embodies life's own fire
The charge that sparks the reasons and the sight
That lights the candles beggaring the night
Is all contained within the sum of one
The woman lights the way like setting sun
True satisfaction comes without a cost
It is the transcendental that is crossed
The satisfaction now becomes the norm
Life and all its hardships now reform
When love, unbounded, blossoms all attune
That setting sun becomes as bright as noon


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