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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Incense upon her windowsill
[time] => 2003-03-20 11:05:00
[hometext] => My first 'proper' exploration in rhyme!
[bodytext] => Incense burned right till the end
Down upon the windowsill To help forget the winter chill Just warmth to help us to pretend That we are back in summer still In Uxbridge, feel my arm around your waist With our love the air was warmly laced That day we forgot who we were That lovely feeling stuck until Our senses came to us again And letting this restrict our thought We forged a parting of a sort Made stronger by the winter rain Released the beauty that we’d caught Turned our backs and closed our eyes Tears descending from the skies That day we forgot what we wanted But smiled in the way that we are taught To cover up our honest feelings As children we begin to learn To mask our love, and not yearn For others’ company and dealings But before long we began to turn Back towards each other’s charms And back into each other’s arms That day we forgot logic And welcomed, sweetly, love’s return And sweet it was for many a day Until we stopped burning incense And lost our comforting defence And let our love drift away At our happiness’s expense But it is still within our reach So please forgive me and let’s each Forget that futile common sense And let our sweet love recommence [comments] => 2 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 22 [informant] => EndEformEtrancE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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