May 07

How can you hate?

How can you hate when you're lying under the stars?
When you are gazing at hills stretching for miles
Their silvery tips brushed by the copper-colored last light of the sun?
When you are sitting in an empty cathedral 
Sunlight illuminating dust streaming in the air over the alter
Touching your face
As the sounds of a thousand forgotten voices swing through the rafters?
When you wake up to rain streaming down your window
And you reach out
Watching it stream over your hands into puddles below you
That as you lean down
You can see your reflection in them?
When you're sitting on a dock next to your best friend
Watching as the silent sun slowly slips away behind the mountains
And your feet dangle in the cool water?

How can you hate when the most beautiful thing in life is just a heartbeat away?
 
About the Author: LadyMidnight
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