Our Last Dance - Everywhere We Chase Victory

It takes two to tango as we do.

I see you there and with the broken stare of love in my eye, you see the twinkle that shines. I turn my eyes away from yours and you embrace my falling stare. I pretend it never happened as if you don't exist. So you come over to find me but I hide from you. Those diamond eyes I once longed for I hide from them now. In despiration you search for my eyes to find the love of my heart. The greatest passion you have ever seen, as your fervor disipates I appear behind you with a single red rose and say "this is for you." We lay our love to rest as you walk away when you see my love for what it really is...love. I thought of the love we could have shared; a love that was not meant to be. But there will be another. The one whose love will be real and true; one that will be EVERLASTING. Then we will tango.

As the room takes form around my I discover a feeling of loneliness and comfort in the present. The next thing I see is what there will be; there will be so much less yet so much more.

The available and unavailable love.
Desired and real.
Incomparable and Unending.

Love today is nothing more then what is fathomed as physical intimacy. This is not love. Love is more than indescribable. While you look for that love; that intimacy you look for the INDESCRIBABLE.