In ten thousand lines of poesie
In one hundred thousand words,
I twenty hours, in twelve nights,
In all things given as they have been
It is not yet enough to be said.
My love burns through my mind
And sears my heart to soul
Binds my world to you
Through only you I grow.
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A beautiful piece... poesie? never heard that word though... is it an actual word or did you mean prose or poetry?
i love the last line... through only you i grow
hugs,
georgie,
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poesie is German for poetry, it's a real word ^.~
It also is sometimes considered an English slang form of the word, of sorts, but not often heard modernly.
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