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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Love or not to Love
[time] => 2006-08-11 19:30:19
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[bodytext] => A single moment in time eclipsed by the shadow of doubt, A gray blanket draped over exulting feelings of love, Hazy covering which diminishes a once brilliant spirit, Allowing minute rays of hope to crawl out of moth holes in its melancholy fibers; Its structure slowly smothering swelling senses of seduction, Engulfing euphoric entities while easily ending excitement with evasive elegance, Illusive illusions of undying happiness creeping and dancing about my enigmatic mind, Shall I surely surrender to this surreal subdusive surprise, Or perhaps propel forward with the promising premise of perpetual passion; So now I choose to shed the security of solace within solitude, Allow the alluring angst of admiration and adoration to burst these phantom seams, Spewing forth a surge of sensuous emotion, Eroding the grip of doubt; Evading the entrapment of routine and regularity, Loosly leaping, Landing loudly on the edge of love, Swaying steadily, Seeking a strong stance so as to embrace this uncertainty, To allow a companion to enter my soul, My beating heart, My open mind, Destined to discover decant desires and dusty dreams, To risk losing a piece of myself if the bonds of trust fail to support the weight of time; It leaves me to ponder, What is life worth living if we don't warrant delicate wants and dangerous attractions, Why imprison ourselves with copious quandaries without regard to the copacetic possibilities, I will no longer obscure my vision nor dull my discernment, I must allow myself to walk freely into the horizon of unknown territory; Easily allowing her eyes to be my guide, Her satiny hair my safety rope, Her sensuous hands picking me up when weakened knees buckle, Her love shall be my raft, As I rough these seas of ambiguity, Her kiss shall revitalize my dying lungs, Out-pouring through my synapses an intense feeling of intimacy, Awakening a crepuscular curious craving of carnivorous capacity for life; Standing over the shadow of my former self, I relinquish these chains of obscurity, Brandishing the scars of velvet lies, Their silver tongues the whips which carved my flesh, I have shed the shell of solemn sureness, To proceed down a perplexed path, Peering passively beyond the walls of doubt, Not knowing the outcome nor the firmness of the future, Armed only with faith and love, I tread a trail trusting in my heart, Believing in my soul, Knowing in my mind that if we were meant to love or not to love, I shall confidently choose the latter of the two. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 2 [informant] => shnyzz [notes] => Edited for spelling as requested. - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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