They Felt with their eyes
And saw with their hearts
Lived where reality ends
And fantasy starts
So great was their love
That it soared past the skies
And neither one knew
True love sometimes dies
When apart, float they would
On memories of past
When together they wished
That forever would last
They rolled in the meadows
The fields of plush green
Together they watched
The others eyes gleam
Then that gray day came
When they had to part
And neither of them
Could tame their own heart
So they met once again
On the fields of plush green
And never again
Was either one seen
Chris Townsend
1998
