By kevin urenda
Date: 10 July 2000
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I cannot draw the outlines of
your love for me
nor mine for you
with any words from my pen
all descriptors are but
poor substitutes for the real thing
I cannot cut through your pain
with the edge of my own emotions
sharpened by the awareness of you
and sometimes I cannot
see outside the shell of my own hurt
I cannot touch your soul
as my fingers trace the
curves of your loveliness
although when we make love
we can almost reach heaven
still, it is what remains wordless,
unwritten, that speaks the most
about our love
it is the undying devotion to
ease each other's hearts that
surrounds and comforts us the most
and it is the love we share
every moment of every day that
determines who "we" are
07.08.00
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