The essence drifts within the light
Unbeknown to wrong or right
Unspoken words with in it's slumber
Predicts a lone and solemn number
One for soul of a singular mind
Never to seek, never to find
Hoping to read upon once a time
Reaching the end and still more to climb
Less is a man who makes his own luck
For the woman he can before he is struck
Endless it seems but not anymore
Winning both teams in an unwritten score
A poet once said in a triangle set
It is better to have loved than to hate and forget
Words had such meaning and meant more than love
Forever is love and never enough
Token of life and a badge of good will
These are the trophies we look upon still
The journey we set is marked in extremes
We now have our lifes, our hopes and our dreams
