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Rescue love

Updated on July 26, 2014

Beyond painting the blue, or the red, or any color to describe love,

Fallen in the sea, and lost at the bottom of the ocean,

The mold that was used to hold us, is not tough as it was,

In the end ,the place we find ourselves is wishing life came to a slow motion,

The beginning all hurried along, flexed us like a delicate tree in a storm,

Before we fall to this storm lets hold hands and contend this battle,

In the mist of our tears, at the height of our fears, lets push the clouds away for our sun to reappear and renew our form

You are worth every tear I have cried, worth my time spent in this short life we have tackled, so as I loosen the shackles of life on you limbs, paddle to me through this lake of doom,

Your light has shown me a way to your heart in this dark place, and now that we are face to face, I am here to rescue love.


Flowers of love for all.

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      The Examiner-1 2 years ago

      It is beautiful Kelvin. Love is something which so often needs to be helped along or rescued. You seem to have done both. I voted this up, shared it and pinned it.

      Kevin

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      Along with the wind 2 years ago from colorado

      Thank you very much kevin!

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