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Meeting...... My Love My love met me, beneath the light of night under the moon. The twinkling stars above splashed specks of gold in circles at our feet; reflecting in our eyes, eyes that pierced the soul of our love; laid bare for each other to declare declare its truth. My love met me, before the blush of dawn could streak the sky. Cool morning air played with my hair, and tugged at loosened holes covering our bodies and our love revealing all leaves nothing to recall recall our bond. My love met me, beside the shore at noon the blue lagoon. No moon smiled at us no stars drew near no breeze to cool the atmosphere of sadness and of loss our eyes tell tales of days now past, the pain the agony it cost here to release release love lost. |
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