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[bodytext] => Not too soon, but just in time, always there for me, I just had to find you in the sands, that through my fingers spilled like my broken heart, filled with tears and a longing not to be alone. Your voice in the night holds my heartache and your promise told me where to find you in the deserts of falling in love with me. How is it that the caravans, trinketed with lamps and gold, carry me away from you? They do not hold my fire long... but from time to time, I fly free of you only to come back winged, broken in another love lost on deserting dunes, resting again on your breast: a heart to love me, a hearth to warm the cold. What makes you wait alone, reaching to me, knowing that my thirst, unquenchable in your shade, finds me losing my uncharted love to horizons beyond my journey; how my aching heart, trembling legs retreat, following our starry ceiling back to you... what makes you harbor me, what makes me return to you? Damsel in the long day, apart from me, cooled only by the promise of your dark knight in evening, when I rest the windmills of my heart on your bed, and the rust of armor fades into a lover, carrying away your distress; I find my friend, healing my bedouin love, fixed to the lines of poetry that my song pours washing over my oasis. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 288 [topic] => 2 [informant] => chuckx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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