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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.18.48.5974]] |
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Let's take a stab at something significant, or better yet, import my canvas to illustrate, Follow me as I create that special little refuge from fear, where our love won't hesitate. It's not for anyone but you and I, because what's between us isn't meant to be shared, We're so close so far and how much more can we give than everything, nothing spared? Only need to paint your smile, for the memory of my own is fresh, vibrant, happily new, Is it that much of a secret to say the reason it remains is because of what I have in you? There's a tragedy where we've all adored; it lives where you find strength to try it again, Every time I believed I was worth more than I had, the only question I asked was when. Imagination provides the possibility of the enduring; wish upon your own star, come true, So many of them in the faroff of forever, surely asking for just one isn't greedy or undue? We once cradled a little light we thought burned eternal, then it erupted, incendiary scorch, Makes sense this time around to leave supernovas to others, content myself with this torch. Could have been anytime, anywhere or anyone, I gather, or could this have predated we? Why the hell should I care or bother to analyze anything, whether or not it's meant to be? Chances, circumstances, whatever; I've five good senses, in those I trust, it works for me, Hear your sweet nothings, your scent on my body, the taste on my lips, blessings all three. Two remain; one is to touch, so I reach for what I thought was forbidden, handle with care, Do my eyes deceive me, or have we our own special heaven now and will I find you there? |