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By Ali Date: 2001 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.19.22.19.26659]] |
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Love me... The words,the thought,formed an almost solid mass in my mind But would they be spoken by me? No, I would never ask such a thing For love is to be given freely, not requested It isn't like a favorite song to be played upon the radio It isn't to be bought or sold It is to be given, recieved, found or lost But never asked for in a manner such as that, as if to say: "Would you like fries, or love with that?" It just doesn't work that way... So as much as I may want to ask you Holding just as much weight to the possible answer As to the possible reaction, you might give Which, I suppose, would be an answer all in itself I will still the impulse to utter those words... And so in my mind, I wonder many things In my mind, I form many thoughts, theories, and solutions But none are spoken, for one reason or another And still, first and foremost, is the statement The statement which is more a question then a mere thought Like a soft whisper of the heart, barely breathed into voice Echoed only against the walls of my own mind Love me... |