Does the International language of love have to be a barrier, when shadows look the same from East to West, or when birds envelope each day by soaring to new heights?
Can we find a common ground to which it will be acceptable to share our language with each other and not have to speak a word, or that which God has allowed us to speak with only seeking the words we understand through the eyes and into the soul?
Is it fair that the laws that govern each man be set forth in the pure adrenaline seeker as love, after the skies turn back to the brightest blue and the Northern winds blow your hair ever so slightly?
For only God has the perfect path to that which brings your soul to meet with all that bears witness to a vow, a promise, a union.
How fascinating it would be to reach out and feel the tips of your fingers and see the eagerness in your smile, or sail over waters that are so crystal clear and see our reflection in the wetness of satisfying delivery.
Or to look behind the walls that don't allow such charades, except in the heart of the one person that can believe with his entire soul that this has already happened.
To savor each day of that which comforts the tender beating of each cell that creates flavor.
Must the scent be as intense as that when the first day of spring released sweet melodies of violet or when the first rain you ever saw gave the aroma of comfort?
Now you can hear-smell-feel-taste & see, the "senses of amour".
