Crossing Lines

Crossing the Street.

The lines are set before us.

This way or that way, there is no map to pave our way.

Riding on unsaid words, thoughts and feelings, my heart chose to cross the line.

Across town, across the city, across the state, and yes...even across the Continental Divide.

My soul flew to you, and the love I felt could no longer hide.

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