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Array ( [sid] => 155715 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Favorite Sin . . . Ben [time] => 2009-12-07 19:10:38 [hometext] => Some times love is so good it's almost a sin, and what better than having a life time to spend, commiting it . . . [bodytext] =>

You

were the brush of an artist

on a lonely canvas called

me,

a

stroke of perfection

portraying our love

for all of the world

to

see.

You

were the pen of a poet

in a book called you and i,

on our pages of love

for you i would fall long before

the ink was

dry.

You

were the tone

of a sweet violin

seducing my inner core,

my senual sonata

easing me in

that left me longing

for

more.

Slowly weaving each other

with patterne of taunts and tease,

deep in the bliss

of your sweet abyss

coming and going with

ease.

You were the rapture

i couldn't rezist

the gamble i couldn't win,

if i were the devil himself

to be sure,

you'd be my favorite

sin.

And

sin we did

my lovely wife

when you were just my girl,

inside of you we built a life

that soon became our

world.

Now they are grown

and out on there own

all that's left is where we

have been,

yet more than forever

i'll love you so and would do it

all over again.

Whether brush or pen

or a symphony

a second in time or eternity,

of one thing forever

you can be sure

my commitment to you,

shall forever

endure.

Ben

myheartsvoice . . .

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My Favorite Sin . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Monday, 7th December 2009 @ 07:10:38 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

You

were the brush of an artist

on a lonely canvas called

me,

a

stroke of perfection

portraying our love

for all of the world

to

see.

You

were the pen of a poet

in a book called you and i,

on our pages of love

for you i would fall long before

the ink was

dry.

You

were the tone

of a sweet violin

seducing my inner core,

my senual sonata

easing me in

that left me longing

for

more.

Slowly weaving each other

with patterne of taunts and tease,

deep in the bliss

of your sweet abyss

coming and going with

ease.

You were the rapture

i couldn't rezist

the gamble i couldn't win,

if i were the devil himself

to be sure,

you'd be my favorite

sin.

And

sin we did

my lovely wife

when you were just my girl,

inside of you we built a life

that soon became our

world.

Now they are grown

and out on there own

all that's left is where we

have been,

yet more than forever

i'll love you so and would do it

all over again.

Whether brush or pen

or a symphony

a second in time or eternity,

of one thing forever

you can be sure

my commitment to you,

shall forever

endure.

Ben

myheartsvoice . . .

Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2009-12-07 19:10:38]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My Favorite Sin . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 7th December 2009 @ 07:41:50 PM AEST
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Wow..this is some eternal declaration of love!!!
Great write, Ben...as always

Jenni

Re: My Favorite Sin . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Monday, 7th December 2009 @ 11:53:40 PM AEST
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Beautiful poem full of love and commitment,rich in heart deep in sentiment and a value this world will never truly recognise lucky woman

Re: My Favorite Sin . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 8th December 2009 @ 12:29:59 AM AEST
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My friend, ben,
If there's another man on this planet that luvs his wife any more than you do, I wonna see it.
Beautiful.
Say hi to joan for me and you'll have the best holidays ever.
huggs, blessings, smiles,
emy

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