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First Beat (14th For Mark)
Contributed by
LouisaMontagu
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Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:03:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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Did there ever exist such a heart,
a heart not like the rest
As cold as stone but beats the same,
I put it to the test
What a defence, a defence built so high
it must of hurt before,
Who could love such a heart,
but me I chose to adore
I saw past that icy glaze
put you under my wing,
so then you lifted your barrier
who knew what life would bring
Then we blossomed together
could there ever exist such a tree,
a perfect beauty the greatest strength
that was you and me
Who ever imagined that chalk and cheese could be so great
I was never a believer but proved wrong by fate
So yes, such a heart did exist
a heart not like the rest
That heart got warm, that defence fell down, that heart it loved the best…
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LouisaMontagu
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2004-03-29 20:03:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: First Beat (14th For Mark)
(User Rating: 1 ) by LOWMAN613 on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:07:02 PM AEST (User
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a very touching write well done! Christina |
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Re: First Beat (14th For Mark)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kie on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 08:29:23 PM AEST (User
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I loved this. It was deep and pondering and ended perfectly. Kie |
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Re: First Beat (14th For Mark)
(User Rating: 0 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 11:27:32 AM AEST (User
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now Thats TRUE Love xx
Well Done 5/5 |
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Re: First Beat (14th For Mark)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 08:31:27 AM AEST (User
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A lovely poem about the melting of the defences around a good heart, locked out of love by the very walls set up to protect it. It takes a perceptive soul to see the yearning in a cold gaze. |
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