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Submitted:Aug 2, 2012    Reads: 27    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Pure love this is

The meaning of love

I will not die alone

Your touch is what i need

As well as you need my touch

To share and care was allowed

A vibe became alive

Of knowledge I drank

It happened

Fearful I became

Many tears were shed

Upon my soul your voice was etched

Within me it became

To remember I hear it again

You are the one

Expressing myself I did

My awareness was awakened

I would not last, I became passionate

I am adorned with passion

Oh handsome one


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