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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.30.07.50.32128]] |
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Oh my gentle love, you are trying to make sense again of something that defies your ability to explain--- when so much of your life is taken on faith, why must I be the thing you must somehow prove? Accept the moment of magick, and know that all love will pass not so much die as serve it's purpose. Do that and when the time comes you will move on, and away and the next arms will be enough. When the goodbye comes promise not to look for me in another woman's eyes. Swear to me that you will feel only the touch she offers--- and I will not mourn what we were on soft misted nights a world of longing away, when we reached for each other and found the healing only another scalded heart can supply. We are not walking wounded, wound about each other, cocooned in softness, and readying the other for the day the road will lead us to different places. If we are as alike as we seem, you will face the truth that simply because you did not wish to love me, would not shield you from the moment that you did. I would hold you, I would love you to my last cell--- but when the time comes, i will give you one last kiss and I swear that it will not taste of regret. |