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Our love is real and what a thrill.
Amazingly, it's growing still.
Arms we taught to hold us well.
Eyes now rescue us from hell.

Fingers linger, start again,
reminding us of times when
we, who touch each other much,
connected all our endings such...
that once again we'd find, in mind,
the pleasures of our many kinds
And here again, woman and man
extending our intended plan.

What to write on this new page?
Who to act for this new stage?
How to love through this new age?

From age to age this growing loving,
a timeless wave in us behaving
raging, burning always learning
growing, overwhelming yearning.

Thank you, love, for growing me so,
for bringing me in and for letting me know.

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by Tamir

Jetties Made of Broken Hearts
Timeless waves of love...
Break on the jags of a broken heart

( Posted by: awhippingflame [Member] On: August 19, 2011 )

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