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The saddest paint to watch fade is passion,
To see the flickering flames of desire grow tired,
Exhausted from time and thrusts,
The plague of..
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Your soul is blue like the water’s waves as they dance
A playful ride of stand and sit, of calm and rage.
The soothing of their wet caress..
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The tired shimmer of summer has set beneath beds of spring,
The beds in which your lips fled, seeking to join her rest,
Snoring next to the be..
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Dawn comes before dusk,
For dawn brews the day,
The dance of sunlight soaring its height
Deep in the sky. Yet the tides of time
Drown the sound of..
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For every rise there is a set,
A cry of hope to each lament,
A dry for each wet,
A stab for each peck,
A laugh for each tear,
A fea..
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As my eager limbs jump into the tide
I find the riding of a wave to lift my soul in smile,
But the grin of delight soon turns with fright as I..
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Eventually the book will be split into two parts: dusk and dawn. The first part, dusk, will be darker love poems while the second part, dawn, will fol..
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This is a book of a collection of love poems that I'm working on, I'll frequently be adding more but these are the ones I have finished and edited as ..
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I
wish that I could hold you longer,
But
time has brought you the fate of the fading leaves
Dangling
on the branches of this tree we sit un..
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I
want to make love to your hands
As they
cradle mine,
Mirroring
the intensity of my grasp,
Warming
my fingers with smiling rays.
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