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Poetry By: seven
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Being there for you, April.


Submitted:Dec 3, 2006    Reads: 74    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Dreams, breathing softly.
My arms encircle you're awakening.

You are running, with cries forming around you.
My hands reaching, and grasping for you.

Then taking hold of you,
And pulling you close.

Thought of you, falling beyond me
My thoughts and affections, strengthing for you.

Before you, darkness is calling.
My eyes search your face.

And, I see loneliness, I see wanting.
For, these two keep us warm.

Blindly trusting, and hoping strongly,
Your courage sets me, in motion.

Our yearning, raging darkly.
Our will binds, and desire keeps us true.

/ F /






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