<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389166" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Need To Be Named...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">how do i know to speak of love? <br>she has taken my body, <br>and made it a chair.<br>she broke my legs, <br>and threw them into the fire, <br>started by sparks from my own eyes.<br>she took my soul and named it a wind, <br>that frightens the timid, <br>and fills the roar of the lion.<br>she took my feet, <br>and made them chapters...<br>she formed my hands into valleys, <br>and flooded them with my heart's desires...<br>she took my breath, <br>and stirred darkness with the magic<br>of the simple and the touched....<br>she took my identity, <br>and made me nameless, <br>and beyond the need to be named!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=389166" data-title="The Need To Be Named... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="how do i know to speak of love? she has taken my body, and made it a chair. she broke my legs, and threw them into the fire, started by sparks from my own eyes. she took my soul and named it a wind, that frightens the timid, and fills the ro..."></div> </div> </div>

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