True love must be grown into

True love is a mold that two must grow into, like a funnel blending them together as one. They start out separate, but thru the funnel of true love come out as one.....a child is the resulting concoction of two seperate solutions blended together down the funnel of true love.

The story I cannot entirely tell.

I wish I could tell the story that is fixed upon my heart that exists in as an anomaly in this finite moment, but I can't. Oh what a complexity that burdens my heart with it's wonder and mystery, it is perfect, but a perfection of which I cannot confess without being made a lier. Oh the truth in it's inability to be expressed entirely by the acts of man makes liers of us all. I would like to expound upon truth, not partial, but whole, for without the entire it is not completely truth and thus partial truth in essence be a lie. If only I was not confound to one long final breath exhausted over the passing of days on this terrestrial ball. If only I could relay the truth beyond my finite pass, the future past, in the prescence of no time at all. Then I could speak and be just before thou as not a lier, but then I would be thou who looks upon thee as an abomonal squire with holy eyes of fire, that burn bright with the searing light of truth which I of no physical right may see, save of your providencial pardon of grace and mercy.