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Friday, January 26, 2007

Being Loved...



Love…
Your Vitreous Eyes …
neither Sovereign …nor pale…
hiding your innocent flush,
behind a cloud of sweet ignorance.
Why people who wish to conceal their heart,
forget not to reveal their eyes?


Love…
Even a languid glance of contest,
shall leave my heart less troubled.
For it will give a final caress,
to my dreams on the sand
taken away by a powerful billow,
and I stand… a feeble fellow.

Love…
Take off the sheath,
Rekindle the hope of my dying presentiment.
Or is it my fallacy?
For it was your never born thought…

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