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Untitled
Contributed by
TylerSpeaks
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Saturday, 7th December 2013 @ 08:38:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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When I rise, I see the face of, only,
The one who brings joy to my soul
.Such is the way of beautiful women and beautiful souls. Breathing as you breathe; growing old as you grow old. I hear, and touch, and taste, smell, and love, as you do, my dear.
As harmonious, and symmetrical, as the two green eyes you possess; as are we. They stare at me, through me, to the eggshell colored wall that you chose when you needed a change from the atrocious burnt orange it wore when we first moved in. Our juxtaposition is that of a God made plan. We were so close for so long, yet, we understood nothing of each other and what it would mean to be what we are. For our's is a concise, laconic, love... It needs no frivolous words, or Shakespearean drama. We do it, just as we breathe, we love. It's the most natural thing we've ever done in our lives. It is an involuntary function, just as our hearts beat. The day is done, and I lay my head on a pillow draped with your hair, it smells of your favorite shampoo, my lullaby is the sound of you breathing, just as you love me, you breathe. I sleep.
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Sunday, 8th December 2013 @ 11:18:31 PM AEST (User
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What a lovely picture you paint of something that can't be seen! You are blessed, but you already know that!
Keep writing, you have a gift.
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