From Broken Patterns

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From Broken Patterns.

The little games played around in the innocence years,
Oh’ how wonderful memories in the mind they lay,
Every bit of time in imaginations spent,
And every imagination like a bit inside a kaleidoscope.

Ah, those wonderful patterns those bits of no value made,
Through years that left innocence in growth of mind and body,
Still in the mind colors and shapes from those patterns came,
None ever repeated, everything left, leaving a beautiful impression.

Meanings defined, Oh’ they all meaningless remained,
Predictions made, Ah, they too became blabberings,
Of a mind in a bubbled up fantasy land,
That made the bits and patterns in time, valueless.

Then came a glow that united all those patterns,
In beauty and charm unknown to all senses,
That took the shape of a loving heart,
And became real in you.

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