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By wordley Date: 2002 Apr 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.11.15.50.28594]] |
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Bend it...bend it to your will... bend it slowly so that it doesn't break, Bend it gently, so gently that it doesn't realise it's being altered, Shape it softly.. slower...almost imperceptably....almost without moving, So that its alteration seems no more than a thought, a whim...a desire On the anvil of passion you have shaped my love, from formless to formed From centreless to centered, from nowhere to here......to where you are You have taken that which had no purpose and gave it an instant of love, A brilliant after-image burned into the retina of my soul, A many-hued memory I keep They say that all things must end, that nothing lasts forever, but oh how wrong they are God, in all his glory, he lasts for ever, and God is love....so if God is eternal Then so is love.....as is my love for you. |