Will She Look to the Stars?

arms sweet embrace

soft gentle kisses

caressing hands on sore backs

massaging grips on shoulder blades

in candles sweet scent

under dim light

inhale

slip into the spell of the moment

exhale

grasping onto each to retain joy

please dont end, they pleaad with a dying moment

please just stay, as they try to convince themselves to stay

but alas, stay for what

what for should one stay

love or affection

living in the latter in the name of the first

but who can define love but the lover

who can uncross fate but the stars

and he prays for her to look to the stars

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aaron,i really identify with this poem..its also beautiful,you have a gift,youve written quite a lot!i will visit you again sometime fire~wind.. guinevere