Memoir Prt. 3

This is now a classic case of i have, u have not and u have, i have not.Its tha tale about ma sabre and ur bowers. Where i slashed, u cut and where u slashed, i cut. We then retire each night to our abode and adorin'ly brandish our tools! Phew they say goes tha air that whistles, yet i wonder if there is no longer fun in simple civility. Tha songs, tha poetry once we both cherished. Tha theme of both we once held dear in our hearts until we now had to say our cold and broken goodbyes. Tha glamor and glitz of which was over tha years now lost. Oh what a shame! For tha hearts that once craved fondness are now entangled in tha battle of wits.
Spirits merge with souls and tha soul conform with tha body, when this happens then love is born! Bred upon tha wings of heavens love. Upon tha magical wings of trustin' and givin' hearts. So u should've known that when ma words were spoken in a haze, even when ma words brought tears streamin' down ur face, that u were always in ma heart. For tha Holy book said 'where ur treasure is, there ur heart shall be'(matt6:21). This is no longer tha story of tha cries u may have heard at night, its not about that someone u used to 'like'; its about tha heart( ur heart) that predictably went cold! Its a tale of tha past that should be 4gotten, a memory that is now history. This history i'm afraid, should remain history....................