My mind melts
Into yours
And I exhault,
That my heart roars to life.
For this is true love.
And your thoughts I perceive as mine
Yet infinitely different
As I feel our mind
As one.

Something else;
Is at fault.
To think that this is true love
(You under, me above).
And though, as Beauty, you are fine
It always seems irrelevant.
For we are not, you'll find
As one.
written and © by David Spelling 9-11-87
layout © 2008 Dunn by Paul