LimerenceA Poem by Eric WeickLimerence: love has never made sense, unless… unless matched, with a creator. Romance the idea of romance. Twenty first century knight, never could stand a chance, against, true, undisputed…love. Oh, now give to him, Oh, now give to her, and let go, please let them go. For the cool of a kiss, could never change our sin, white as snow. All alone, maybe some where created, to be alone. Comforter, come forward, for I am not alone. You had a dream, but hearts and hearts, in modern age, are not as they seem. Romance, can only begin with God. -Eric Weick © 2014 Eric WeickFeatured Review
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