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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Requiem To Love
[time] => 2005-08-14 00:58:54
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[bodytext] => All the stars have closed their eyes and the moon has gone to sleep; the angels now have bowed their heads as they begin to weep. there will be no celebration, there will be no joy tonight, as all the love you felt for me was taken back - has left a blight. My days will now be filled with dread, my nights are black and blue. Of all the things there are in life the only thing I want is you. There is no consolation in a past love that was free. I can't bear the thought of living life in the wake of a love meant to be. The season of our love is gone and with it went the light; for only you were able to take the darkness from the night. Now that I live in darkness all my dreams have deserted me; for out of all the pleasures in life you were the only one I could see. My heart is broken and it's crying, life inside of me is dead because I lost the one who loves me, I lost the one I was to wed. All that's left for me to feel are icy fingers of the night, reaching out to chill my heart and filling up my soul with fright. The worms that now feed off my heart feed off of loneliness, in me they now have found a home as I harbor hopelessness. Now my ship has come to shore, it's tattered and it's torn; the remnants of a broken life and a heart that's left forlorn. john Darkhorse71 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Darkhorse71 [notes] => Mod 9 8/14/05 redone request by author [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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