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[title] => Beyond Love.
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[bodytext] => I love him. I truly do. I’ve been addicted from the time he put that single arm around me, when I attacked him with a hug. I loved how he touched me then. I love how he touches me now. His gentle presence captivated me. The warmth in his arms melts away everything that ever hurt me. His eyes, how I wish they looked for me still. Like the seaside washes away shells, he washes away my fears. When my heart beats I know he’s with me. When I lay to rest, I feel him near me. Each move he makes it is perfect. Each firey burst of anger he throws, I will catch it with my naked palms. I will see fear where others see stubbornness. I will smile when he tells me how sad he is. I will smile because he trusts me. When I worry, he puts his arms round me so nobody can get in. When I’m lonely, my heart beat reminds me he is there. He knows I am hurt, before I feel pain. And he is the soul I need so badly. I hurts me to love him. It chokes me to pretend I don’t. It would kill me not too. I cannot make myself perfect. How I wish I could. I have perfect love for him. I could love him no more. I could trust him no more. I wish I wish and I wish I could explain it. Words mean nothing, yet they are better than an empty page. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 2 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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