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love smells strange

the aura of atrophe perhaps

yet it does not have to be so



love speaks softly

not of immeasurable truths

but more so of

moments stepped over

so foolishly

by a too hasty heart



love forms gently

a fonder closeness

even without the bonds of the physical



oh how indeed then

must love love

so blithely and without qualm

why, I've wondered this a thousand times

beyond too many

for there are grains of truth in every tale



mon beloved

sweet sweet love

such lovely reality

slayer of all good myth



sweet eternal sigh

in love

that  is my eyes' truth........

Melissa

(written Feb 7,2004 925am)