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Post by Nymiane on Mar 16, 2007 12:52:27 GMT -4
Gah, please be easy on me, I haven't written in 2 years... This poem is different, I almost put it in Misfit, I may move it there.. Even though it is CLEARLY love. ===========================================
IT was a dream as a girl, And a hope as a young woman, To find the love that is dreamt about.
To be so easily bruised and wounded, By such artificial emotion, Yet knowing there is more, Beyond the masked lies.
To see hope and truth in the eyes of one, A prayer not yet answered, through the struggle, The struggle of hurt and deceit.
Is it truth? Perhaps myth. Eyes have not seen, nor has the heart felt, Such an embrace of emotions. Yet it holds out, in hope, in truth, in prayer.
And then God bestowed a gift upon His child, A Lady in waiting, for the truest kind. It was unlike any other, sweet kiss divine. The warmth of the embrace plunged into her soul, Wrapped her in comfort and love, and it was done.
It was a dream as a girl, And a hope as a young woman, To find the love that is dreamt about. And now she has found it.
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