One Question

In your flight of the skies
Time has passed and so have chances
I sit and wait
With the sun setting upon me
As I gaze upon the wheat colored skies

Do you hear the rain?
I walk down the shallow trail
I feel the storm coming front and center
To be able to see every side of the obvious question
"Does love have no end?"



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 06:22

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Kathy Lockhart
outstanding imagery Aaron! That question will answer itself for you one day. True love has no end. Agape love that is. However, the question must be answered by each individual. :) kathy
2006-08-25