She smiled and I winked back.
It was the beginning with no end.
Life remains after existence ends,
It just takes another form.
It is not recognizable
Because love has no form.
Who can describe its feeling?
Not I, but it is not forgotten.
It takes over your senses,
And leaves a wanting.
It is this wanting that has no form,
Just the desire to be as one.
budd
Sandie