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after long hard thought

and many tedious hours

I realize love cant be bought

with kisses or with flowers

love is a feeling

a true and special touch

not a physical bonding

but oh so much

spritual and mental

being as one

trying to fufill

what will never be done

because love is a continous path of life and learning

love cant be multiplied by amount of yearning

love is a blossum, subtle but true

trying to hard can leave you so blue

made between two beings with thought and care

not jumping into sumthing without prepare

loving isn't just a touch, or feeling of the skin

love is a deep jumbled mess, broken by sin




Author's Notes/Comments: 

it's 9:47 at night on feb. 9th of 2005.  this poem was from sure bordem and hoping to continue an untapped art

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©10 February 2005 - 2:46am — godimlarge
28 April 2008 - 4:52am — ice_princess
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i fucking love it.

3 May 2005 - 11:10pm — Jessica Christine (not verified)
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i LOVE this poem. a lot.

13 March 2005 - 4:18am — Becca (not verified)
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I think this poem is really pretty. You seem to know love so well. That's so awesome, Bill :)