LOCKSMITH

TWO SOULS ,ONCE WOVEN TOGETHER NOW ADRIFT, ONE DOOMED TO ACHE FOR THE OTHER, ADRIFT IN THE ECHOS OF WHAT ONCE WAS. IN THE GARDEN OF MEMORIES WHERE LOVE ONCE BLOOMED, NOW WITHERS IN SILENCE,STILLNESS ENTOMBED. THOUGH THE DISTANCE MAY STRETCH LIKE THE VAST SEA, A THREAD STILL BINDS YOU CLOSE TO MY HEART, FOR LOVE EVEN LOST,IS A TREASURE TO HOLD. Age well like stars,in the soft , gentle night. -LUCILLE CURSE