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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Love Comes Over Me
2004-11-27 - 4:11 p.m.
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Poetic me, without the words
To express how I feel
When I hear your voice
Your laugh, your sighs
Love comes over me.

Too soon, I know
We've both been hurt
But how can I deny
The sensations I feel
When you touch my heart?

Trusting I am, hopeful still
That the perfect one for me
Is you
How can I tell you?
Love comes over me.

Bottled up inside it will remain
Tucked beneath my breast
In a special well of it's own
One day I will tell you
Just how you've touched my soul.

Perfection in a word you are
To me what no one else will be
What more do I have to say?
Love comes over me.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave