rays of light collide with my daydream--
my heart, my blood, my angel, my soul,
your voice sings me to health.
and my lovely world, every sense,
penetrated by your happy gaze--
as daggers too often are--
[spare me one foolish chance--
or as they say in france--
mai j'ai cette danse?]
this song brings tears--
my arms and the breeze
and the space between our lips.
and pulling my hair and screaming--
exhaling in the violent fashion
of our passionate flame.
"all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players..."
yet we have each other,
and the sweet winds of love
to eclipse our rationality.
i love you like you are loved by beauty.
Please tell me what you think
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Ah..one can do it..time and time again..and this is the charm of this love..I love the mannerism and the structure you made here..thanks for sharing...
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