DarkVortex
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost
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Post by DarkVortex on May 22, 2005 18:47:24 GMT -5
I don't empathize what the world has to say. Since everyday a new mishap is neglected in each way. So I will continue to to stride the streams of felicity. To help your self pride and cure my heart's monstrosity.
I desire you to live a lifetime of everlasting ambrosia. As the touch of your warmth end's my putrid paranoia. Above the stars my heart will illuminate like the moon. For a breathless gravity of a whisper over a sandy dune.
Each look of your mystic eyes creates a moment of bliss. From the cordial touch to your velvet kiss. The air ways of tender sympathy plays music in my ears. Evaporating the tears and erasing the cynical fears.
Our furture embraces limitless opportunities for us. With all the fertility given from all the faithfull trust. Thus given birth to a love that forever grows. To the fate in which I and heaven knows.
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