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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Wed Mar 11, 2009 7:35 am
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Each day away from you pulls at my heart
<br />with the strength of a thousand hands.
<br />My longings are great
<br />though my spirit is weakened
<br />by the absence of your embrace.
<br />A sky full of suns is mere darkness
<br />compared to your presence.
<br />No moon has seen more silver
<br />than your glowing image in me.
<br />When you speak to me of your love,
<br />it chimes softly as gentle bells
<br />in steeples of stardust.
<br />Your words with harmonies
<br />as an angelic choir resonating
<br />in the halls of heaven itself.
<br />To feel your touch on my face
<br />is to know pleasures that heretofore
<br />had only been dreams.
<br />Take my love to your breast,
<br />comfort me in your warmth,
<br />Love me to the end of time.
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