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True Love (Free verse) by darkhelmet10 Short of breath,
Heart still pounding.
Tears are falling,
Smiles are brewing.
Love is there,
It makes itself known.
Bodies touching,
Warmth is transferred.
Feelings are shared,
Paradise is found.
Love is there,
It makes itself known.
Lips gently touching,
Tounges are transferred.
Bodies closer,
A snuggle forever.
Eyes are met,
Paradise is found.
Love is there,
It makes itself known.
Up the ladder:
Remembering You
Down the ladder:
Wandering Spirit
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Posted: October 26, 2002 4:44 PM PDT; Last modified: October 26, 2002 4:44 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.2777777 Overall Rank: 13155 Comments:
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god'swife @ 209.179.134.141
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26-Oct-02/9:42 PM
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you make this sound like a Margaret Mead account of aboriginal courting. Were's the love darling? Paradise indeed. Don't forget to were your seatbelt. Do you read poetry? If so, please tell me who.
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