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By prezioso Date: 2003 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.07.19.23.21536]] |
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You Was it not worth the passions. Worth the tears that poured the smiles that came in the dark. Worth the penance we now vow for the sin of our affair. I would exchange not one moment for forgiveness from god. You have given me such a youthful heart in a way not even god could. And I am sure that all who know love know our reasons. I often wonder if you will ever write me again. Almost a year, and all that returns is the echo of what I convey to you. As if the world exists as an empty plane of nothingness. I wait. And sit. Brought to you by the slightest luster and sadly even the slightest loss. Who does not love and yearn for the object of their affection? Tell me, why don't you write? Condemn my love. Deem it obsolete. Drive it away that it be ancient. But we covered in its dew. Magnetized by each other for eternity. Not my fault I say. It was the architecture of you beauty. The sharpness of a sense that was unknown. Hunting down your scent, capturing your perfection, and setting afire every passion in our desires. Me |