(Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Destiny

The distance traveled
Far across foreign lands
Where a mystic’s prophecy
Is foreseen.
Through foggy storms
And windless rain
The one who knows
Stands firm with conviction
While the innocence of youth
Is burned from the soul.

Oh, love, don’t you see?
This is part of the arms of destiny
And still we are here
Watching always for the time…
To believe in such hope
I give you this, love,
Try to understand,
That ‘I am not afraid’.

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Aww this is the release of the romantic in me... Awww Je t'adore l'amore... This was written in my naive time avec Emannuel... Aw. oui il est jerk avec les tiny deck. : : : grins: : : So that was amusing... Anyways, I like this poem because it has a part of my innocence in it. Aww those were the days. LOL *why is this so amusing... on to the next analysis of my own poems...