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By bp Date: 2003 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.15.07.04.17093]] |
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you live in a world which you don't know sheltered by your host's resolve, to keep a place of love's warm glow where all 'round you revolves. like a pedistal queen you're held on high in a world all of my own, a world of warmth for you and I and love you have never known. this is the way this world must be, a world of love's perfect touch; for reality holds another for me whom I love and care for as much. a woman who gave of her body and soul and youth in good times and sad, the one that I love yet cannot protect when human frailties turn bad. (yes) safe in this place of soft flowing grace from reality's out stretched hands, never to want from life's hectic pace nor cry from hope's ill-fated plans. to my wife I give of my life all that I humanly can, now age and life's strain have claimed their fare share, leaving little w/ which to plan. yet returning to you in most private of time free from life's flesh grinding grip, naked and young we caress and arouse and share in young love's perfect trip. my hope is you'll read this humblest of script for there is no more I can do, to tell you aloud would dash our whole world and more over mean losing you. and when the mirror lies to those bedroom eyes and shows you a new gray hair, all's not lost just know in your heart that I'll always be there to care.... |