No bird flies forever, somewhere/day, must land
No boat sails forever, somewhere/day, must anchor
My memories of your original image of body, mind and soul
is the anchor of my love for you
If that original image of all is not the same entity as I have known, this,
would cause a series of earthquakes, tsunamis, that,
I know not where to land, where to anchor, that,
the compass of my love for you will be confused and lost.....
I truly hope the soundtrack of our motion picture is
a solo composition of one genius, Beethoven,
not a symphony piece of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart...,
sorry Mozart, nothing personal.... :P
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