Across time,
And tide.
She seemed to rise.
To thrive,
To search,
For what she must.
Ages; they seemed to shed,
Like a snake its old skin.
Seeking, she returned.
Astute, Aware.
Love...she sought.
The kind you make.
The kind you take.
Each life...
Another note she made.
As she walked,
Towards heavens gate,
She plead...
'Send me not,
Back to the earthly realm,
For the more I learn,
The more I yearn.
My lesson is now learnt.
For true love...
Exists...
In ways and in means,
In darkness and in light,
In moments of love and in lust.
If ever I seek I shall find.
For Love forsakes None.'
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