Fairy tales can point the way, but they’re not the destination.
Ageless symbols scrunched between ancient lines reveal no secrets, soften no fate. Fantasy and magic remain the stuff of dreams. Still, they are conjured up alone and remain bounded by time.
The heart suffers through the silence, yet is ever faithful.
For connection and beauty and eternity are found right here, at this place, and in this very time.
My heart grasps not at some illusion, but you in all your artistry. Not at some deception, but you in all your truth. Pure and undiluted.
My hand seeks yours and my heart is full.
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