The waves between two foreign lands
Halt destined love from coming to,
But on those shores where lovers stand
Are hearts that beat with purpose and truth.
For now, they wait with bated breath
Until horizons disappear;
They’d hope for love until their death
When free souls could, at last, be near.
Such a heart is hell to find,
For true love is a miracle,
But when the heart does truly find
Such never, then forever’s real.
__Let men claim heaven is fantasy;
__They’ve never felt what I have seen.

© Blake Leitch August 27, 2013