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To Love A Man
I see you face and I reach out
to touch your and make sure you
are real.
It is hard to say, for I have
made shadows dance before,
or so it seems.
My mind is still confused
about what happened that
day,
But now you are here, and
I need to know, will this be the same,
or are you true flesh and bone,
With a soul, that I may feel the
press of your body against my own,
your lips to greet my skin.
For once I think I would like to get
things right, that no longer I would love
images who dance at my will,
But to love a man not of my creation,
it seems to be I have found that in you
now.
I can tell, you are not as others have
been, you are your own self,
with a beating heart.
In this I give silent praise,
at last I might know what it is
to love something warm and living.
No more dead memories put together,
no more illusions dreamed to life,
but you, a mind, body, soul.
With blood that pumps, a
heart the beats, breath in the lungs,
and fears untold,
With love to give and to share,
with a hope of making dreams
possibilities.
8:11 PM - 7/11/2006 -
Untitled Comment
That is a very beautiful and romantic poem. I loved it.
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