It has to be.

Along the hallways of my mind, many strewn with discarded thoughts.
Concealed behind closed doors redundant memories linger still.
Old age brings forth clouds of confusion that separates from reality.
As I struggle for reasons sake in its place brings turmoil and doubts.

Travelling many corridors they all with unconscious secrets to unfold.
Has time her bitter hand of fate deprived me now of those hidden joys.
Or will I feel before the end the promise this lonely heart has yearned?
For she who waits beyond the void appears to me in dreams untold.

I cannot bear this ache inside the waiting now begins its final challenge.
Will this everlasting love be reconciled that ever was written in the stars?
Can two souls be as one regardless of that which denies loves fulfilment?
To believe that what is meant to be will these hearts that bind arrange.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
This life shows us many paths to walk but only one leads to true love.

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silentspring
Sweet, sweet grandad, they say with age the mind wheather consciously or unconsciously tends to start leaning towards memories, as if future or hopes no longer excisted.
So long getting out of bed is possible, numbness has not struck, "meant to be" is shapeable by choices, will and strength. (ja, ja, I know what you are thinking....conversing (later))

A wonderful poem, the beauty it holds WILL be rewarded. Seek and you will find, wait and you will be given, love and love you will recieve.

I love you grandad. bouquet
thesunandthesea
love smitten a beautiful write from a wonderful writer with a beautiful comment (above) ... Hi silentspring blushing

Hi grandad, thank you for sharing... giggle
Ladybee42
bouquet bouquet just lovely...
grandad
Jib, ladybee both your comments have registered in my heart as is the Lady who has opened her heart for me in her comment.
May love and peace always be with you.
bouquet bouquet bouquet
pilgrimageoflove
Or will I feel before the end the promise this lonely heart has yearned?

may she come soon
grandad
Pilgrim I seem to have waited all my life to find her and she 'found me' can you believe that?
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