ONE

Yesterday, today, tomorrow, my love does not grow faint. It forever remains the blossoming flower, growing each day. Will tommorrow my love remember the days of yesterday? Will the hurt be forgotten and grown upon? Will my heart yearn for a new day where the sunrises and the cravings exspand? Where a new day brings as much love as forever and a day. My heart has such love, where the very breath it takes is the very life is gives, connected. Connected to each other, united as one, a heart of one.