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...Because my love,

What is life, but love in motion?

A constant churning,

A burning,

A sometimes seemingly

Facetious

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Cycle 

Of

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Pain,

Joy,

Disappointments,

Confusion,

Struggle,

Hope,

Appreciation,

Breath and yes,

Death mixed in

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From the very day we are born,

Leaving its mark deepest

On some moments we are feeling forgotten, 

Forlorn,

And with eyes open to this we can rejoice,

In knowing that even our very death

Is our own choice.

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Take my body if you will,

But our souls, my love,

Belong unto only each savior's will,

Some in the hands of devils,

Others' in a  wading pond unclaimed,

Mine belongs to love,

Without blame,

 

Without shame.



Copyright 2013


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