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I waited for you ‘til a quarter past threeSitting cross-legged under a maple treeOn the corner of Main and some number downtownI sat there waiti..
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Love- with soft and congenial mirth,Great Passion gives forth to this birth.An advantageous crusade to sequesterWhen dreams of an amorous nature do ve..
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Written for and about an old friend and her many sad escapades she calls "Life:.
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I sat in solitude, reflecting on dreams of me and you.
Your eyes like glowing pools of passion, haunt my soul in fragrant fashion.
In agony I sc..
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You mean more to me
Than all the silver and gold.
You lift my spirit higher,
You make me feel so bold.
I’m not the same without you ..
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This formidable haze
Lost time and distant gaze
So much time has passed
Since I’ve seen you last.
Regrets turn to tears
All the b..
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He said he couldn’t wait to touch me. He didn’t realize he already did.
I couldn’t wait to feel him -his thoughts, already inside m..
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Just to remember the look on your face,
A conversation I wish I could erase.
What you've ceased to realize in all the time that’s passed,
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In a moment, you are there, a gentle voice to caress and care
Effervescent and free, the love you give brings new life to me.
In an ever-growing..
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Aromatic, Fire
Petals So Soft To Admire
Sting, Prick Of The Thorns
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