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Bubble


We made a bubble of our minds - Connected over the distance - Our nerves together intertwined And in their center, Our Existence - Heartbeat to heartbeat - will to will - Passion to passion - and to reason: Keeping us in there from the chill In every day - in every season - And in the middle - in the core - Were our own centers: In this bubble They will be there, forevermore, All times protected from the trouble. The walls us from the world will keep And in there we will be together: In day, in night, in wake, in sleep Like swallow safe within her feathers. We made a bubble of our souls - How hard it was though to sustain it! To wait all day for you to call - To keep away all that was tainted - To keep alive, this heart to heart, This mind to mind, this soul to soul, To love you though we be apart - And to retain this perfect whole: The mental energy it took Made me make most of every moment My spirit tore, my body shook, And I was in a passion's torment - And then the bubble's walls concussed As all its contents lay there scattered: Eternal, present and the past Of both the spirit and the matter. The bubble burst; walls fell apart And what was thought inside protected - The throbbing souls, the beating hearts - Were there, open and dissected. It was as though the skin was flayed As centers lay there undefended I felt destroyed; you felt betrayed - But something happened unintended: I saw the beauty that is you, You saw how much I cared for you, I saw you from a closer view And knew indeed that I adore you: The bubble burst and spilt its core But yet the dream has not been shattered: I see you – clearer than before - And I can love you even better.
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