The Heart In Three Parts III

III The Heart Acts
 
The unfolding of true love; where I lay myself in the folds of history that gladly repeat themselves
in full knowledge of being defeated over such a true thing.
In a moment, even without you, even inside myself; an all compassing notion;
I have everything to give
and fortune lies in the challis of my mind. Un-posed.
Where we expedite time, your being is a symbol and wreckage is where we parted.
And even in that, in quiet subtlety, in the horror about loss and deprivation;
I still recall our love as a solid truth that rises above ourselves.

Author's Note

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