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By: Sean



No one knows how the story begins.

We all just know that it does.

Whether it be a story of lose or pain.

A story of hilarity.

A story of passion and love.

Or a story of more than just love.

A story of true love.



No one understands the context of the story until it is fully played out.

We all know what will happen at the end or at the begin, but we will never know what became of the middle.

Whether the middle were to be a lie or a solid truth.

It will always be lost in its context.

In its ending and beginning.



It is the story that is woven that becomes the utmost importance.

It is the imagination of the story that takes great shape and form.

The beauty of a child’s mind.

The beauty of the first true kiss.

The beauty of your loves true heart.



What it takes is something so intense and comforting that it takes the solidity away

You can create the story from the beginning to the end,

But it will always change and take shape in a new solid form.

It is ever shifting to what your heart truly sings.



It can take away a life and give it.

I say give it.

It can give new life to something so distorted and broken that it takes just the slightest touch of a love, so true.

So true, so potent in its masked splendor that no one but the story can see it.

It is the splendor of a love so true.

As gigantic as the largest tower leading straight to Heaven itself.

As beautiful as a palace covered in jasmine and vines.

All covered in marble and glossing.

So beautiful, so untouchable.

So worthy of crying to insanity.

So sad because it’s just so beautiful.





It is the story that takes shape that will change the beginning and end.

It will become its own.

Its own truth of and itself.

What joy and hope can lead to this splendor called true love.

What sadness and pain.

Fixed, whole again.

Taken shape in the loveliest of things.

Taken shape into the story of a life time.

Just because of the chance that was taken into beginning a story.

Just to see to its end.

Just to fix the middle.

Just to have fallen in love.



This is a copyrighted works!!



This is the second of the two poems I had made for my Max and this is also the one he never saw.

By: Sean



Imagination can be so fleeting in its complexity

So wild in its admiration

Someone so beautiful and complex can be the easiest to read.

Everything brandished into the light of the morning dew

Like a kite tail shining and dancing in the air.

Imagination is so wonderful and fleeting 'tis a beauty.



A story with imagination can be not only more than a story but a life of its own.

It is the imagination that keeps the bogeyman away.

It is the imagination that can give you a pet Phoenix.

It is the very reality that can become real

To the Sear's Tower towards the Eiffel Tower in Paris

Can imagination soar through the air?

All around the world and beyond.

No imagination is what can become greater than the greatest Lords of Death.



Imagination is the crown of the bedtime story.

Imagination can give a child new hopes and dreams.

To have them crushed by doubt and life is a fate worse than death.

To love is nothing more than an imagination becoming real.

It is the greatest imaginary light inside your heart.

The greatest beacon of hope in this world of dashed hopes and dreams.

To let it all take you in is nothing worth living for.

To let it take you it takes away the love.



Let that love blossom into a splendid uncertainty.

No one believing in something can lead to nothing.

Imagination it is a story worthy of the Great Spirits on High

Ever eternal in their share of loves and love.

Beautiful and ugly imagination is.

It is so much more than the clothes on your back

Or the money in your pocket.

It can become a warrior fighting of a dreadful score of Demons.

Or a love trapped in a tower burning with fire just to be rescued by a Prince such as you.



You can be the Prince of Heart, the Prince of my heart.

So true can imagination be, so heart warming and painful.

Imagination can be that trickling rain turned into a tsunami.

That car turned into a raging, fire breathing Dragon of legend old.

Love can become that soaring eagle screaming its own lovely song of life and loving.

The first friendship turned into a pirate crew sailing the Seven Seas.



Without imagination there can be no love, no light, no life.

Without seeing someone’s imagination nothing will survive inside me.

Without seeing the beauty of your heart can I not exist?

I can never be without your love so.

To blossom into something real and tangible to your senses.

What I need is your splendor, your love, your beauty, your truth.

Your imagination.

A true love.



Just a bit of silliness it can all be.

But nothing can be as silly as my love of you.

You’re my twists and turns.

My true essence.

My true life and love 'tis you.

Imagination can fix and break but I will never break.

I shall fix that which is always broken.

I shall fix you with imagination and my eternal love.

Take it into your hand as King Arthur did with Excalibur.

Swing the Love Sword; swing it around your head in a rhapsody of circles.

Let it ring as loud as the ringing bells of the Cathedral.



Let me take you through the stars, through the many Worlds of Light.

Let me destroy all that is broken.

Bring it together in my clandestine Circle of Imagination.

Let it all be Prophecies into our destinies.

Entwined with love so true.

Let me take your hand and guide you through the world our imagination grew.

What I will always need is your splendor, your love, your beauty, your truth.

Your imagination.

A true love.

You.



This is a copyrighted works!!



This is the poem I made for the one I will always love and be waiting for in this horrid life, my Max.