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Love

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Written by anthony cardon

Tuesday, 25 December 2007

The love of the most innocent Beyond measure and without consent Is increasingly common among The dreams Of the past. Without the love of the child That walks by your door every night And sleeps by your side within The cavities of your heartbroken Soul, The world pulses with delight at The evanescent appearance of The pure lily within our essence. No mind Is without love and No heart Without consent... Contracts beneath the flesh, Expected of today. I am this child Beneath your lie, beneath Your mind of thoughts, not your tears, angst, or sacrifices. Come back to me, your life is mine, as well as yours. But tonight, lies will fade, and nothing exists between us. Copyright 2007 anthony cardon Keyword: Report this story | Add to Favorites | Send to Friends | Author's Profile No Comments posted Comments (5) Posted by Terry Collett 2007-12-26 02:54:05 .... I cannot comment of this as a story, but as a poem 100% + Report this comment Posted by Captain Morgen 2007-12-27 17:31:56 .... wonderful + Report this comment Posted by rock2003 2008-01-02 21:47:36 In the middle... there is something of a run on. You might want to turn this into a Walt Whitman style prose poem. I think it might work well in that format. + Report this comment Posted by Baethan Dawn 2008-02-04 21:21:34 Perhaps... One of your most beautiful works. You are beautiful, outside and in, August. It really shows here. + Report this comment Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-13 13:02:12 Love Everyone has their own definition of love. I like what I read here. Each lover tells a unique tale of his own. It reads well to call back the love of your life. + Report this comment Post a comment Post a comment

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