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Good-Bye Love late at night
while the rest of the worlds sleeps
we speak
we dream
and nothing else seems to matter but you
and i
everything comes together in the darkness around us
the words flow
our eyes meet
and the true meaning of us becomes all too clear
we kiss
we laugh
we breathe in sync
as one
everything is perfect under the stars
but it is inevitable they cannot last
sleep makes its' debut
the sun rears it's head
and just when i think perfection is over
i wake up in your arms
i feel your warmth around me
you smile
you speak
"good morning. i love you."
and i know
the magic of the night has not ended
with the rising of the sun
for the magic lies in you and i
as we begin our day
as one
This reminds me so much of
This reminds me so much of weekend nights with my First Beloved during the summer of 1976; the words of your poem brought all those memories to the forefront.
Starward
If there ever were words to describe what we have you have found them my love. I couldn't imagine what my next breath of air would be like without you by my side. If soul mates exist I have found mine. You bring belief to this disbeliever. You make me see the only thing in this world worth anything and it is beyond love.