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By Gene Goff Submitted by lynx86 Date: 2002 Sep 11 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.11.20.31.26182]] |
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and the fires start..... let them rage! for what is love,but a raging inferno? an inferno of feeling,with nothing to hold in check. for it is the measure of the depth of what a man may do for a woman. for if he thinks of her constantly, then the fires of love burn ever brighter within. if he does not,the the fires dwindle down,until they are a fluttering spark,merely trying to survive the cold, dark eve. a man may yearn for a woman,for the arms of another, for the touch of her skin,and the taste of her lips. he may wish to hold and caress her,yet if he does not allow such a love to grow, and burn ever brighter, then he is simply smothering a glorious flame, the like of which will never be seen again. and this,is the ulimate of crimes, to kill such a love, such a beautiful thing, when it could do nothing but grow,and burn all the brighter. it is like a baby,soft and gentle, and incredibly fragile. it is the thing easiest to drive away,and hardest to accept. will you allow this flame,this ever growing thing of beauty,to grow? i know i shall,and let the world beware!for this love will burn unchecked. |