Hold me close
No words can describe with accuracyThe feelings love inscribes
Or the warmth and tenderness
That radiates from inside
Those soft and stolen kisses
That mean so much to me
The whispered words of sweet amour
That struggle to be free
A lovers passion held in check
In darkness like a shroud
The heart cries out in helplessness
Yet silent as a cloud
The warmth your smile can generate
Is like basking in the sun
There's no other place i'd rather be
And nowhere else to run
A man is not immortal
But a mote in gods own eye
If love could never touch my heart
I'd just as soon as die.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-11-23 at 14:49
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