CLOSENESS

CLOSENESS

A Poem by COLLYMORE
"

Love almost to the point of obsession.

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By Stanley Collymore

 

Having you daily in my thoughts

Is a preoccupation that takes

Up much of my time,

But then it’s also

A labour of

Love!

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

14 December 1997.

© 2013 COLLYMORE


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Personally, love does not escort upon myself, I think that love is something pitiful so are my emotions pitiful. For love cannot conquer over me for I tried and I have lost sadly, for now, love for any specific gender is not of matter to me no more, it's solitary something of lust or of anything having to do of sexual appeal. I can no longer think love as something great anymore, for love hath never become the same as to when back then when love have actually meant something. I would never love anybody but the literature I address, and my heartless heart wilt never surpass over a romantic remedy.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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COLLYMORE
COLLYMORE

Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, United Kingdom



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