Willowy vines of some other life's love reach out from your soul to brush gently against the fortress walls that to many generations of lost love have so painstakingly raised. A persistent whisper of remembrance, like a determined breeze it creeps thru the aged mortar. Wantonly rekindling the flame of an almost forgotten desire possessed by all mortals... to be whole. Blazing desire sets in stark relief the true countenance of being. Illuminating in white-hot brilliance that blinds ones heart to all, but the lost half rediscovered. Gazing into the core of love without touching, gaining knowledge required along the path of destiny... to love thru the airy weightlessness of togetherness and thru the heavy mists of separation, thru lives and deaths uncounted into infinity. Thus acknowledging, regarding and cherishing the mysteries of history's deities, scoring this testament into my heart... "As long as we stare up at the same penetrating stars, you will love me as you love yourself, and I will honor your love and return it in kind...always" And in so doing, the halves become whole once more.Birth sign: Taurus
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