A Weary Poet
Buried in blue and yellow,
Beneath fire blankets
And a bold maroon comforter,
One sheet lumped in a corner,
I am just warm enough
To be unselfishly conscious
Even of my own thoughts…
Absent of physical strain,
Tired, I try to focus
While holding my magic pen,
Which carries a precious secret?
But it floats away
Like music once it passed
The secret way
While going out preserved,
Totally undisturbed…
Suddenly, I heard a loud voice
This seemed to remove the distance,
Perhaps, it was my soul,
Speaking to me of worthy things
Or urging my heart to be willing…
Now, I am seeking more
Than hiding behind my weariness,
Looking into the darkest bright,
Seeing riddles hidden in my soul
And questioning at the same time
My broken and stubborn heart,
Why do you still refuse
To reconcile with my eased mind?
No answer precipitates the air
Breathing this weary poet…
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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To You, To You
To You, To You
Date: March 13,2011
I give my heart, my soul, my world
To you, to you, to you
All of me, my everything
I give to you, to you
Whispers blowing in the wind
The skies of striking blue
All the fire that burns in me
I give to you, to you
The passion of my tender heart
Burns fast, and fierce and true
All the flames that I embrace
I give to you, to you
I give my words, my song, my verse
To you, to you, to you
All the magic of my dreams
I give to you, to you
Take my voice, my thoughts, my sighs
I give them all to you
Please harbor safe, my precious dove
This love I give to you
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Copyright © 2011 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Self-Congratulation
Ellen, you were thoughtless once
Of beauty or of grace,
Simple and homely in attire,
Careless of form and face;
Then whence this change? and wherefore now
So often smooth your hair?
And wherefore deck your youthful form
With such unwearied care?
Tell us - and cease to tire our ears
With that familiar strain -
Why will you play those simple tunes
So often, o'er again?
'Indeed, dear friends, I can but say
That childhood's thoughts are gone;
Each year its own new feelings brings,
And years move swiftly on:
'And for these little simple airs -
I love to play them o'er
So much - I dare not promise, now,
To play them never more.'
I answered - and it was enough;
They turned them to depart;
They could not read my secret thoughts,
Nor see my throbbing heart.
I've noticed many a youthful form,
Upon whose changeful face
The inmost workings of the soul
The gazer well might trace;
The speaking eye, the changing lip,
The ready blushing cheek,
The smiling, or beclouded brow,
Their different feelings speak.
But, thank God! you might gaze on mine
For hours, and never know
The secret changes of my soul
From joy to keenest woe.
Last night, as we sat round the fire
Conversing merrily,
We heard, without, approaching steps
Of one well known to me!
There was no trembling in my voice,
No blush upon my cheek,
No lustrous sparkle in my eyes,
Of hope, or joy, to speak;
But, oh! my spirit burned within,
My heart beat full and fast!
He came not nigh - he went away -
And then my joy was past.
And yet my comrades marked it not:
My voice was still the same;
They saw me smile, and o'er my face
No signs of sadness came.
They little knew my hidden thoughts;
And they will never know
The aching anguish of my heart,
The bitter burning woe!
poem by Anne Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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Walk On By
Date: November 11,2011
Something made me turn my head
I looked for me, it’s you instead
I’m stepping out to shed the pain
I’m trying to find myself again
No one can do it, no one but me
One day at a time, until I am free
Untie the strings, unchain my heart
Snuff the fire that haunts the dark
Hold me close, it’s never you
Too busy painting shades of blue
Singing songs to lure your prey
Submission but a breath away
Whispered promises, burn like fire
Who’s the cheat and who’s the liar
White knuckled grip holding tight
While plunging deep the rusty knife
No need to fret; put up a fuss
There’s only you, and never us
Take, take, take…to glut your need
My spirit drowning in the greed
An anguished soul hung out to dry
Can’t be consoled, no need to cry
I’ll face the slate and wash it clean
Then learn to walk the path again
A hairline fracture of my mind
Opens to another time
When I was young, and still naïve
But I knew then what to believe
My eager heart, was tricked by time
Believing life would clear the mind
Illusions of some transformation
That frees you of your reservations
But you have failed to let it go
A decade long has shown me so
You’ll always sit upon a throne
Smiling down and tossing stones
No more beneath your cold deceit
No more a place to wipe your feet
You turned away, nose to the sky
This time it’s me, who passed you by
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Copyright © 2011 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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A Fragment
Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once
Of beauty or of grace,
Simple and homely in attire
Careless of form and face.
Then whence this change, and why so oft
Dost smooth thy hazel hair?
And wherefore deck thy youthful form
With such unwearied care?
'Tell us - and cease to tire our ears
With yonder hackneyed strain -
Why wilt thou play those simple tunes
So often o'er again?'
'Nay, gentle friends, I can but say
That childhood's thoughts are gone.
Each year its own new feelings brings
And years move swiftly on,
And for these little simple airs,
I love to play them o'er -
So much I dare not promise now
To play them never more.'
I answered and it was enough;
They turned them to depart;
They could not read my secret thoughts
Nor see my throbbing heart.
I've noticed many a youthful form
Upon whose changeful face
The inmost workings of the soul
The gazer's eye might trace.
The speaking eye, the changing lip,
The ready blushing cheek,
The smiling or beclouded brow
Their different feelings speak.
But, thank God! you might gaze on mine
For hours and never know
The secret changes of my soul
From joy to bitter woe.
Last night, as we sat round the fire
Conversing merrily,
We heard without approaching steps
Of one well known to me.
There was no trembling in my voice,
No blush upon my cheek,
No lustrous sparkle in my eyes,
Of hope or joy to speak;
But O my spirit burned within,
My heart beat thick and fast.
He came not nigh - he went away
And then my joy was past.
And yet my comrades marked it not,
My voice was still the same;
They saw me smile, and o'er my face -
No signs of sadness came;
They little knew my hidden thoughts
And they will never know
The anguish of my drooping heart,
The bitter aching woe!
poem by Anne Brontë
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Paradise
I feel you trying
Though in my heart
I know youre lying
And though your love
For me is dying
I see you crying
Its the pain of your secret heart
Bringing you to tears
Filling you with fears
For your mind and for your soul
I touch you softly now
Borne on by hope
Until the end somehow
I am a man and I must keep my vow
I must go on
But the wall of your secret heart
Keeps my distance clear
Helps my footsteps fall
Back in line inside my mind
Whats the use you turned me loose
And left me here to cry
Wheres the love we talked about
Wheres my sunny sky
Secret hearts and sorry tales
Will never help love grow
Spread your wings my daunted soul
The time has come to go
I will not be hurried down
Or blackened by your lies
I must go and find my dream
And live in paradise
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Suddenly It's Magic
As butterflies open their wings
To fly and scattered their beauty at the skies
And flowers then, start dancing
As they heard the morning lullabies
Like a love song that plays in our heart
Suddenly its magic that filled in the air
And when the clouds have passed by under the sun
Were the rainbow appears over the horizon
Suddenly its magic that shimmers at the sky
Suddenly, its magic that brings sunshine in my days
As an emotion deeply grows every now and then,
That love never old, but it always grows
My heart is filled with so much love I feel for you,
And it gets stronger as tomorrow comes
With you, I always want to be
I see the world when I am with you,
There was music all around that I am singing.
Suddenly its magic that sounds everywhere.
There are sounds and symphony
I can feel in the air.
It’s magic that softly singing in my heart.
I can feel the rhythm that makes my spirits rise
Suddenly I felt good inside
And yes its magic running deep into my soul.
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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After the Big Storm
After the big storm
And miraculous I survived,
Facing life in a different form,
I must enjoy the new love that just arrived...
Pain has been part of my growing,
A fact of life I cannot deny,
Let the wind keep blowing,
When nature's laws I can't defy...
Love, in my heart always resides,
And the Mighty One, my soul renew,
Knowing life has many sides,
This is an offer I can't refuse...
To walk away from the shadow
I have no other choice,
But to go to a new meadow
Speaking with only one voice...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Musicians
The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure,
And I laughed when the music fell on my ear,
For he and Mirth played a joyful measure,
And they played so loud that I could not hear
The wailing and mourning of souls a-weary -
The strains of sorrow that floated around,
For my heart's notes rang out loud and cheery,
And I heard no other sound.
Mirth and Pleasure, the music brothers,
Played louder and louder in joyful glee;
But sometimes a discord was heard by others -
Though only the rhythm was heard by me.
Louder and louder, faster and faster
The hands of the brothers played strain on strain,
When all of a sudden a Mighty Master
Swept them aside; and Pain,
Pain, the musician, the soul-refiner,
Restrung the strings of my quivering heart,
And the air that he played was a plaintive minor,
So sad that the tear-drops were forced to start;
Each note was an echo of awful anguish,
As shrill as solemn, as sharp as slow,
And my soul for a reason seemed to languish
And faint with its weight of woe.
With skilful hands that were never weary,
This Master of Music played strain on strain,
And between the bars of the miserere,
He drew up the strings of my heart again,
And I was filled with a vague, strange wonder,
To see that they did not snap in two.
'They are drawn so tight, they will break assunder, '
I thought, but instead, they grew,
In the hands of the Master, firmer and stronger;
And I could hear on the stilly air -
Now my ears were deafened by Mirth no longer -
The sound of sorrow, and grief, and despair;
And my soul grew kinder and tender to others,
My nature grew sweeter, my mind grew broad,
And I held all men to be my brothers,
Linked by the chastening rod.
My soul was lifted to God and heaven,
And when on my heart-strings fell again
The hands of Mirth, and Pleasure, even,
There was never a discord to mar the strain.
For Pain, the musician, and soul-refiner,
Attuned the strings with a master hand,
And whether the music be major or minor,
It is always sweet and grand.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Spying On Me?
While quietly sitting down
In one of the benches in Central Park,
Bewitched by a Sunny afternoon,
I saw something moving fast/
I imagined it was a ghost
That found refuge under a shadow
Of a lonely tree still standing
In the middle of the open field…
For a moment, I thought
That it was you spying on me.
Yes, the woman that silently hid
Behind a colorful mask,
Some time ago!
The one that broke my heart
And run away like a frighten thief
Almost caught
In the middle of the night…
In a starry and clear night,
Sitting again in the same bench,
I observed the bright full moon
And suddenly I heard a loud voice
Like somebody calling my name
And for a moment, I was afraid,
I thought it was you calling me
While hiding behind the moon…
Now, a question remains:
Were you the one spying on me?
Only time will tell
The day you come back to me!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Music
Music, the sound of loud music just rocks my heart and soul. The feeling is so amazing because the life seems so fulfilled when good music is around. Bright and complete I become. Everything is so perfect when I hear a cool song. Music, it is music. Ultimate feeling can be recieved through loud and lovely music. Listen and feel the rhythm with your heart so that it can touch the soul. Music, loud music.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Secret Heart
Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics.
Secret heart what are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words
Or the fear of being overheard
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
Secret heart, why so mysterious?
Why so secret, why so serious?
Maybe you're just acting tough
Maybe you're just not bad enough
What's wrong?
Let her in on your secret heart
(Bridge) 2x
This very secret you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one you're dying to reveal
Go tell her how you feel
Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't
Go through it alone?
Let her in on your secret heart
Let her in on your secret heart
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I Let The Music Speak
Im hearing images, Im seeing songs
No poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart
So strange yet were so well acquainted
I let the music speak, with no restraints
I let my feelings take over
Carry my soul away into the world
Where beauty meets the darkness of the day
Where my mind is like an open window
Where the high and healing winds blow
From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me
I let them take me
(let them wake me, let them have me, let them take me)
Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Some streets are emptiness, dry leaves of autumn
Rustling down an old alley
And in the dead of night I find myself
A blind man in some ancient valley
I let the music speak, leading me gently
Urging me like a lover
Leading me all the way
Into a place
Where beauty will defeat the darkest day
Where Im one with every grand illusion
No disturbance, no intrusion
Where I let the wistful sounds seduce me
I let them use me
(all illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion)
Let it be a joke
Let it be a smile
Let it be a farce if it makes me laugh for a little while
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Let it be a tear
Let it be a sigh
Coming from a heart, speaking to a heart, let it be a cry
Let it be the joy of each new sunrise
Or the moment when a day dies
I surrender without reservation
No explanations
No questions why
I take it to me and let it flow through me
Yes, I let the music speak
I let the music speak
song performed by by ABBA
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If Christ Came Questioning
If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
(If Christ came questioning,)
'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?'
How could I answer Him; and in what way
One evidence of my allegiance bring;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, to me alone,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could not point to any church or shrine
And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine;
Behold the altar, and the corner stone';
I could not show one proof of such a thing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning, on His demand,
(If Christ came questioning,)
No pagan soul converted to His creed
Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed
Of mine, had spread the faith in any land;
Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing;
If Christ came questioning.
If Christ came questioning the soul of me,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part
Has been to beat the metal of my heart,
Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee;
And at Thy feet, to cast the offering;
Shouldst Thou come questioning.
'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire,
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
This formless and unfinished gift I brought,
And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot:
A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire,
With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning).
'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain;
I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain.
Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit,
And all unworthy, is the heart I bring,
To meet Thy questioning.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Traveling through the orbits of love
Traveling through the orbits of love
You always followed me
Hiding yourself behind hideous secrets
The tedious question I always asked
At mid way meeting as train pulled in
Who is the one you love?
With whom your soul yearn to be
Are you ready to accept me hence?
From all my mad habits I recovered
It took me a long pause to ask
It last more for you to answer
The train pulled out
The earth beneath me trembled
My world darkened on me
So strange you did not stay
So inhabitant is the station without you
Against trifle and ecstasy that we knew
Love is the remedy
Hidden thoughts meaningless words
Again iterate the question
Who is the one you love
Would you love me?
Would you accept me?
Since I shelled my old rascal skin
So I contemplate while lying in bed
You where no where to answer
I waited long in cold bed for reply
My heart pulled out of my chest
The earth beneath the bed shock
So strange you are not here
So lonely the world is without you
So deafen is the air clear
Who is the one you love
With whom you will be
The freighted earth shook
The mad lighting shot
The birds to the air took
So strange you are not
And I am abandoned in the knot
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Just Wait For Life
Let time be time while time can be
For mind gives way to mind
And thoughts of will, free will, turn free
Progression says all stop, reform
Renew, rethink, redeem, renorm
And change is change while change can be
For thoughts all change the thoughts we see
And all is not what all can be
For all is what I make of me
And you, for we're all connected
Fate is false while false
Til' will is urged and redirected
Like rhymes which change
Life is broken, fixed, and broken
Renewed reawoken,
Words they change, all semantics,
They restate the love, sorrow, fear,
Strike and make you rise to your feat
All change it changes life and need
It is all it is, reform, progressive static
It's magic, music, boom bam to the beat.
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Secret Loser
Trapped in a lonely body Im losin control
Cant show my emotions and Im losing my soul
Could it be that Im obsessed with feeding my disease
I couldnt make it know that hidden things that no one sees
Yeah loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Fighting a losing battle pretending to win
Repenting to holy unknowns pretending to sin
All I do is hide the wounds where blood just wont congeal
Couldnt ever take my soul cos isnt there to steal
Yeah loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Though Im the loser there is no winner
Theres nothing left to win
The hidden reasons now in deletion
Are lost in sin
So heed my warning the time is dawning
Ill tell you heres the twist
The truth is lying
Below the surface I dont exist
Loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Seeing is not believing it dont mean a thing
Although it appears to be that the loser is king
I can understand that what you see you think is real
But underneath the surface is a wound that cannot heal
Yeah loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
Loser Im a secret loser
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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My Little Secret
Your smile brightens my world
Your eyes glimmer into my soul
Your touch takes my breath away
Your voice is like beautiful music to my ears
Your body is like extremely guarded untouchable gold
That once touched you don't want to let go
Your face is as if I'm looking at an angel
Because that is what you are
An angel on earth and I can treat you that way
The secret is out
I can't hold it in any longer
That I am totally madly in love with you
And have always been
You're the most amazingly beautiful woman
That walk's this planet
I have Given you all the sign's that I know
For you to know you're the girl of my dreams
I don't know what else to say
I don't know what else to do
To make it more clear to you
You are the only girl that holds my heart in her hands
And can do anything she wishes to me and
I will forgive her for any wrong that has been done to me
For you have and hold my little tender heart
That has been broken and bruised many times
If you want to take my heart and use it for the better
Please tell me and I'll be delighted
To assist you in that matter
But please
Please I beg of you don't take it and
Crush it into a million pieces
I think, I wonder, I dream
Are you still that way
I think you are
Well it's more like I hope
I pray you're that way still
For I would be honored to be with you
I would be blessed to feel your soft experienced hands
Explore my willing and ready body
It would mean only a dream come true for me to feel
You're all so tempting body while kissing your tender lips
We could make a fire as long as there are sparks
I can be your little secret and
You could be my little secret
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Restless Heart
(coverdale/vandenberg)
Restless heart, restless mind,
Im tired of wasting,
My precious time.
There are times in my life,
I dont know witch way to turn,
When everything I touch
I get my fingers burned...
Dreams to ashes, ashes to dust,
When all that glitters
Is dull with rust...
Restless heart, restless mind,
Im tired of wasting,
My precious time...
Im torn and tattered,
Shattered and worn,
Ive had enough
Trying to live my life
In the eye of the storm...
Every heartache
Leaves a scar on my face,
Somebody reach out
Or throw me a line,
Get me out of this place...
Restless heart, restless mind,
Im tired of wasting, wasting,
My precious time...
Oh, so tired.
Restless heart, restless mind,
Im tired of wasting,
My precious time...
Restless heart, restless mind,
Im tired of wasting, wasting,
All of my precious time...
Restless heart, restless mind,
So Im tired of wasting, wasting,
All of my precious time, time, time
Restless heart...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Love is something that you cannot remove (Catena Rondo)
Love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
that to you both is suddenly happening
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too,
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
to your actions, thoughts and your feelings wings
it is the very quaintest kind of thing
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
sincerity that encompass both of you
when sense and sensibility brings
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
that goes much further than any oath
a secret understanding that is true,
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when pre-comprehension says very much
when a look carries a message to both
when the body reacts to a single touch
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when mere company is full of much bliss
when the body reacts to a single touch,
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine,
selfless you loose the own me and mine
when life seems so much greater than it is,
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one,
without each other hardly want to live on
when a bond develops around the divine
where although separate, you become one;
love is something that you cannot remove,
to each other you do not have to prove
where although separate, you become one,
love is something that you cannot remove
quite suddenly you know, she knows it too
it is in everything that you say and do,
love is something that you cannot remove.
poem by Gert Strydom
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