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By Joe DiMino Submitted by Joe DiMino Date: 2002 May 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.09.18.34.25619]] |
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"Love" (by Joe DiMino) Who can say where it comes from? Only that it's there: when least expected, thought to be antique or rare if not obsolete, one night as the air holds only dream and moonbeam we are kept awake by a tingling... an unsettling of the heart; a wanting that calls for another longing for a missing part; we warn ourselves a thousand times that only fools think of love rhymes... yet inclined as addicts in an opium den we will try to find heaven again.... |