I met a young soul
Who flirted with immortality.
She longed for eternal youth…
To fly…to be free…
The idea of never pining
From a broken heart.
To see time everlasting.
She came to the edge
Time and again…
Wanting, but not…
She will never offer her soul.
The desire is there
In mind but not in heart.
She will never cross…
Her soul remains pure…
© March 16, 2010 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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