Love Is A Balloon.
O O O O O
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Love is a balloon.........
we put all of our
into filling it to capacity,
hoping to tie the knot and
float forever upward in
the she-lium, the he-lium of
its soaring blissful flights.
But there are often strings
that are attached, and sometimes
our lips slip from their connected grips,
and love spins away, leaving us as
dessicated as a balloon that is deflated.
Or even worse someone else
comes along to burst our bubble,
and in a split second we are split
from our second and are alone once more.
The sky is full of love's balloons,
it often pains me to look there,
when I am a leaky water balloon of tears
left to dribble away my lonely days.
But remember love comes
without warning, you are not
invulnerable to its gifts,
you have a lot of life left in you
that someone else might need to share.
and perhaps someday not to far off
in the distant clouds of time,\you will ascend
wirth another in a brightly colored dance
of love set free entangled as one
to reach incredible heights once more.
If hearts can fly
then mine is
winging its way,
past the rings of Saturn
As the sun sets
over the mountains
and the butterflies
in fields of love.
Did you ever feel
as if you were a balloon
I am the balloon
and you're the air
you keep on filling me
with your happiness
and I keep growing
in your love,
I've touched the sky.
As the sun breaks
over the mountains,
and the butterflies
wing their way cross
fields of love.
Inspired by Mickey Dee's poem:
I Sit Here In My Lonely Room
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