I wonder what people mean when they say true love

I wonder what people mean when they say true love if when I compare to flowers or stars or doves your eyes, your hair, your skin, your countenance so fair is it repentance against other loves I've felt? What dissidence will warp, and crack, and melt the bonds that shackle me to my high ideals that live in realms beyond reality, what feeling can I name that unattainable goal? what partner could fulfill that lofty role? Do we have more than one Perfect match within the world? And while I love you now, and feel it deeply I wonder just how shallow it might turn out if we went wading would the glory of our sunrise swift be fading? Or am I already becoming jaded? Is there such a thing as fated? And if I kissed you, would it be bliss sweeping over us? or, to my horror, yet again an uninspired story I can't win? so often, it all falls short of what I dream despite my planning or my scheming every stone flies from the hand of those who've sinned and yet again slowly my patience and my sanity and all the good within me can wear thin O, what a luckless, pointless story I have been! but still the beauty of the world around me calms me sinking down throw me a liferaft with your eyes or I may drown Mark Burton Friday January 13th, 2006, 7:46 P.M.