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Saturday, February 18, 2006


   Poem
Detached I see the splendor,
Of what most have at start
They speak of so called love,
Yet feel naught at heart

A spirit came my way
To pull my own soul high
With this gentle spirit,
For a moment I could fly
Yet a curse upon my bloodline
Dooms my sweet red rose
Then true love is buried,
With her my torn heart goes

A numbly stumbling shell
What I would hope to be
But in my mind, a macabre end
Waits for solely me.

Fighting with the fates
Who thrive to snap my thread
I fight the bitter forces
Going where id never tread

Bravery fills my essence
To make my lost love proud
To live and love so openly
No cover cloak or shroud

To allow myself to soar
In spirit and in mind

To find and fill my purpose
Make a habit to be kind

A promise lives within me now
To uphold night and day
Ill move on to live and love
But with my heart you’ll stay

this one i wrote valentines day
Love is true, no matter how you find it
Love is true, you just cant bind it
Love is fragile, hard to find
Love is fragile, not always kind
Love can be broken, your heart pushed aside
Love can be broken, burns from the inside
Love is reborn, in a new shape and form
Love is reborn, to hold you tight and warm
Love will live, across dimensions and planes,
love will live, waxing and never wanes
Love always lasts, if truly meant to be,
Love always lasts, between you and me

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