The truth is, life is all the experience that we endure without the benefit of love. Love validates the experience, and in doing so the experience moves beyond itself, creating something which the signs and symbols of language can only point to, but not fully express.
And now life is the vacuum of absence of that unity.
It is a tender wound which lost love leaves.
And now life is the vacuum of absence of that unity.
It is a tender wound which lost love leaves.
roopie:
Thankyou for the lovely comment on my set 
simonkelly: