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Post by X-ATM097 on Jul 21, 2009 17:16:11 GMT
Love is but a word to express that which we feel, Lost within the eternity of an ever-turning wheel. Emotions mix and clash, changing all the time The meaning never alters, despite the changing tide.
While memories and words, are quick to gather dust The feelings that we reel, are what we grow to trust. Sometimes the feelings overflow, and release them we must To devastate the purpose, the wheel it gathers rust.
In expressing what we know, In displaying what we feel We somehow damage what it was, that we had meant to heal, And so throughout the lives and stories of a thousand billion men, A simple statement of our love is what we grow to ken.
So when I say, I cannot think, of words to tell you thus Know it is not ever caused by lack of trying klutz. A feeling is not shown, by letters on a page, Instead what is inside of us, is grown to be it’s cage.
Transferring something made, of pure and total ether, Is sure to take a lot of time, with many, many breathers. So while just now I turn and say, I love you very much, I’m waiting till a time when I am not so much a Klutz.
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