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[sid] => 11539
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Je t’aime mon ami
[time] => 2003-01-29 01:15:00
[hometext] => This is for you Oyster Star, for no reason and yet so many reasons. Finding you and loving you was the greatest gift I could have ever recieved. You my darling are precious.
(*Note: for those of you who know french, just tell me if the title is written correctly...thankyou) [bodytext] => Profundity, intensity of expression, Manifests itself in many a forms, Divine is the extraction, Of feelings forlorn, It is like birth and genesis of a restive soul, Debuting as a reflection, Across the magic waters of destiny, But When the heart of a poet dies, There are no cries, no sorrow, Only silence. And the raiment, a lost silhouette Is set adrift on these very magic waters. I too was once a poet…dead, Until, In the early hours of twilight, As the bells of aurora tinkled, Some one called out my name, Fragments of a shattered soul, Came together, From yonder shores, Danced like star dust, Into a spiral form, And a vagabond Searching for peace in vain. Was born as a poet, Yet again. Watched in awe as the light broke, And the sun spoke, To the mighty waters, Wonder filled my eyes, As life passed me by, I sang the song of existence, The merry tunes of vivacity And I let each moment sink in, Still searching for the one, Who had beckoned me. Time brought me to your doorstep, I watched you as you slept, The moonlight grazing your face, I touched your lips, Sat by your side, You slowly opened your eyes, Were a little petrified, For the lessons of love, Were new and testing, But you came through, And in our moments of resting, You held me, Assured me of who I really was, And as you spoke I looked at you, I could not look away, My fears could not sway, What really was. You, my peasant, My secret caller, My soul mate, Were, are and shall remain, Love. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Euphoria [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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