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Array ( [sid] => 6551 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Through His Eyes... [time] => 2002-11-12 01:00:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Through his eyes, I saw no evil.
Through his touch, I felt no evil.
Through his voice, I heard no evil.
Through the ages of time, I never thought he could be evil.
Evil was the love and devotion showed to her everyday of her life.
Evil was the bond they shared when they made love.
Evil was the fear of never having to imagine ever being alone again.
Evil was the intoxication of their love.
Evil was what tore their lives apart…forever!

His grief made him angry.
His soul turned to stone.
He never imagined being without her.
He recalls her lying on the floor helpless,
in despair, calling for him to save her. But, he couldn’t. The ambulance was on their way, unfortunately twenty minutes too late.
He cried to G-d, pleading to give her another chance. However, the heartfelt request was denied.

The grief and anger surrounding her death, made it impossible for him to see good. He wanted to avenge her death but no sooner realized in doing that, he’d end up dead too.

The love they shared had to be above all human graces. He had to live without his rage to honor her in death.

He lay roses at her eternal bedside and prayed that she knew of a better life.
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Through His Eyes...

Contributed by Love_letters on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 01:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Through his eyes, I saw no evil.
Through his touch, I felt no evil.
Through his voice, I heard no evil.
Through the ages of time, I never thought he could be evil.
Evil was the love and devotion showed to her everyday of her life.
Evil was the bond they shared when they made love.
Evil was the fear of never having to imagine ever being alone again.
Evil was the intoxication of their love.
Evil was what tore their lives apart…forever!

His grief made him angry.
His soul turned to stone.
He never imagined being without her.
He recalls her lying on the floor helpless,
in despair, calling for him to save her. But, he couldn’t. The ambulance was on their way, unfortunately twenty minutes too late.
He cried to G-d, pleading to give her another chance. However, the heartfelt request was denied.

The grief and anger surrounding her death, made it impossible for him to see good. He wanted to avenge her death but no sooner realized in doing that, he’d end up dead too.

The love they shared had to be above all human graces. He had to live without his rage to honor her in death.

He lay roses at her eternal bedside and prayed that she knew of a better life.




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Re: Through His Eyes... (User Rating: 1 )
by aernby on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 01:55:13 AM AEST
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WOW! and again, wow!

nicely told; nicely written

a good write, all a round.



Re: Through His Eyes... (User Rating: 1 )
by SMG on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 02:12:45 AM AEST
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so epic, but so lyric, though!


Re: Through His Eyes... (User Rating: 1 )
by LOWMAN613 on Tuesday, 12th November 2002 @ 03:49:19 AM AEST
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wow I liked this one even if it was sad! Great write! Christina


Re: Through His Eyes... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 14th February 2003 @ 08:50:48 PM AEST
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this was sooo good.... heartfelt.




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