The ChaseA Poem by Anne Lyons
It's the chase
that we crave the most. When love knocks at our front door, we shut the curtains and act as if we are not home. Without rejection, I think we'd be stuck in a deeper hole. And If there wasn't such thing as affection, I think we'd all be able to sleep a little more soundly at night.
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Added on August 27, 2014 Last Updated on August 27, 2014 Author
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