Sunday, June 21, 2015

LOVE: MY ATOMS HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOUR ATOMS

I don't believe in luck. I do believe we've known each other since forever, though.You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably... smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms... and they've always known your atoms. My atoms have...always loved your atoms.I don't believe in luck. I do believe we've known each other since forever, though.You know how? When the big bang happened, all the atoms in the universe, they were all smashed together into one little dot that exploded outward. So my atoms and your atoms were certainly together then, and, who knows, probably... smashed together several times in the last 13.7 billion years. So my atoms have known your atoms... and they've always known your atoms.  They must have loved each other, oh, so much.  Those subatomic particles that split, enough to stay so close at hand.So as to become so closely knit.And when they grew to become a cell, Still then, they never strayed too far. In fact, they snuggled with their hope to tell about the love that bound them to make them what they are.Then over the eons, as they finally formed their skeletal frame and stood erect in your beauty's perfect skin.They discovered their substance had a name still driven by a force they could not keep in.And so, they learned to move your hands and eyes and lips and heart, So as to set in motion all their plans to complete their every part. Now, with your embraces of the night, I'm thankful for such a small and simple virtue and the fact that our souls are bound that tight  by so deep a love that will always keep me near you

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