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By cj king Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Feb 23 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.23.11.36.19799]] |
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I don't know much about love, obviously But I do know what it is not It is not simple, though it should be uncomplicated, at first. It is not painful, though it should be careful, at first It is not broken, though it should be protective, at first. Love is unconditional, or so I hear. But that type is rare, and I have never stumbled across it. Though I dream of it. It wakes me up and caresses my breasts with its promise. I know it's out there somewhere. Its beauty finds me in the dark And brings me out to the wind It takes me, howling, out of the rain And tells me I will know when it is time. It tells me it is not my fault When I just know that I do things, many To keep it away It tells me, quietly, silently, redundantly Wait for me. Howl, if you must, But I will be there, in my own time Not your's. Not your time. |