Does it exist? It can’t be proved
In any ordinary way.
Unusual standards come to fore
The heart, the soul, the memory.
So hard to measure from without
So effortless for you and me.
The physical for now is naught
So sad; no touch, not an embrace.
No meeting eyes nor lips nor hands,
A sense of love in endless grace
There is no future plan in this
Thoughts of a past, now long gone by
A binding tie across the years
Between two hearts a gentle kiss
We leave the fate to knowing gods
Of two whose thoughts merely transcend
All boundaries beyond the odds
To be together in the end.
Presenting yet another poem by Rachel.

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