if love could be written

it would be letters in the sand
prose on the mountains
a tattoo on the hand of God

the only greatness ever brought out of man is this ~ our ability to write of love with such abandon, grace and hope that we make it real. and it might only ever be a dream. A whisper told from mother to child, promises waiting to be broken, lies whispered between foreheads at that great moment of shared collapse.

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