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less decorum than a 3 yr. old

astounding one could be so bold

and if I should let the truth be told

I wish you to suffer at least

cant let it die gotta keep it on life support

be like the astronaut and just abort

your mission is has failed but you are to blind to see

finally admitting you've failed will be the sweetest music to me.

Yep:

If ever there was true love in this world that would be my love for you.

The pains and sorrows I've suffered just to watch you dance in the moonlight.

The nights I've wept with pangs of pain from my heart over you.

You are the night dancer, one that could never be touched.

If I could trap your essence in a bottle I would but too strong is your essence for the mightiest metal.

Long brown hair waving in the wind. Oh for just one feel of it against my face and I could die in ecstasy.

Your eyes so deep and shining that I could float to the heavens with one bat of a lash.

Death isn't so bad when your souls can unite in the moonlight as one

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Torment

Why are the pains of love deeper than a stab wound into your chest? Most loves are easy to seek easy to find but the greastest loves of all can you make you blind. The torment and sorrow of love's nonfruition. Love's arrows can turn to those of hate. Why is it not written in the stars to be seen so easily? Fate is there but nothing is there to point you to the way. Anger brings my sorrow to a deeper level. The tides of the moon waxing and waning drown me deeper into the sorrow of love. If love were a game I'd be the best loser. A sucker for love I say. Show me the way. Tell me why damn it that no one's love can be so divine as the love I have for thine's embraces. Bewitched and enchanted not by words by but mere thought and presence. I am left to die alone but at least I will have died with the courage to stand up for true love. The purest of all forms.

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Why are the pains of love deeper than a stab wound into your chest? Most loves are easy to seek easy to find but the greastest loves of all can you make you blind. The torment and sorrow of love's nonfruition. Love's arrows can turn to those of hate. Why is it not written in the stars to be seen so easily? Fate is there but nothing is there to point you to the way. Anger brings my sorrow to a deeper level. The tides of the moon waxing and waning drown me deeper into the sorrow of love. If love were a game I'd be the best loser. A sucker for love I say. Show me the way. Tell me why damn it that no one's love can be so divine as the love I have for thine's embraces. Bewitched and enchanted not by words by but mere thought and presence. I am left to die alone but at least I will have died with the courage to stand up for true love. The purest of all forms.

This is very deep. Very moving. I've been there before.

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~ Fred? I honestly don't intend any kind of criticism! This is beautiful!!!

I've just this sort of compulsion... {Tell me I'm being a bitch & I will leave be, honest!}

I just have a 'thang' about line-breaks & such...

Torment

Why are the pains of love deeper than a stab wound

into your chest?

Most loves are easy to seek

easy to find

but the greastest loves of all can you make you blind.

The torment and sorrow of love's nonfruition. Love's arrows can turn to those of hate.

Why is it not written in the stars to be seen so easily?

Fate is there but nothing is there to point you to the way.

Anger brings my sorrow to a deeper level.

The tides of the moon waxing and waning drown me deeper into the sorrow of love.

If love were a game I'd be the best loser. A sucker for love I say. Show me the way.

Tell me why damn it that no one's love can be so divine

as the love I have for thine's embraces.

Bewitched and enchanted not by words by but mere thought and presence.

I am left to die alone

but at least I will have died with the courage to stand up for true love.

The purest of all forms.

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~ Fred? I honestly don't intend any kind of criticism! This is beautiful!!!

I've just this sort of compulsion... {Tell me I'm being a bitch & I will leave be, honest!}

I just have a 'thang' about line-breaks & such...

I don't want to and you can't make me....bwaaaahahaaa....j/k thanks Qryos I'll try to remember.... :lol:

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~ Fred? I honestly don't intend any kind of criticism! This is beautiful!!!

I've just this sort of compulsion... {Tell me I'm being a bitch & I will leave be, honest!}

I just have a 'thang' about line-breaks & such...

Q? I honestly don't have any kind of criticism, I just have this compulsion - the beginning letter of every new line should be capitalized, unless you're e.e. cummings.

{Tell me I'm being a bitch & I will leave be, honest!}

By the way - my compulsion tells me that you meant to write...

{Tell me I'm being a bitch & I will leave - be honest!}

...or possibly even...

{Tell me - I'm being a bitch! - & I will. Leave be - honest!}

I just have a thang for people who have a thang about line-breaks and such. ^_^

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It's not like I'm getting these published...I think they are lame as all get out. I just got bored but if it irks I'll fix no problemo... :D

Why are the pains of love deeper than a stab wound

Into your chest?

Most loves are easy to seek

Easy to find

But the greastest loves of all can you make you blind.

The torment and sorrow of love's nonfruition. Love's arrows can turn to those of hate.

Why is it not written in the stars to be seen so easily?

Fate is there but nothing is there to point you to the way.

Anger brings my sorrow to a deeper level.

The tides of the moon waxing and waning drown me deeper into the sorrow of love.

If love were a game I'd be the best loser. A sucker for love I say. Show me the way.

Tell me why damn it that no one's love can be so divine

As the love I have [i]for thine's embraces.

Bewitched and enchanted not by words by but mere thought and presence.

I am left to die alone

But at least I will have died with the courage to stand up for true love.

The purest of all forms.

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less decorum than a 3 yr. old

astounding one could be so bold

and if I should let the truth be told

I wish you to suffer at least

cant let it die gotta keep it on life support

be like the astronaut and just abort

your mission is has failed but you are to blind to see

finally admitting you've failed will be the sweetest music to me.

Yep:

If ever there was true love in this world that would be my love for you.

The pains and sorrows I've suffered just to watch you dance in the moonlight.

The nights I've wept with pangs of pain from my heart over you.

You are the night dancer, one that could never be touched.

If I could trap your essence in a bottle I would but too strong is your essence for the mightiest metal.

Long brown hair waving in the wind. Oh for just one feel of it against my face and I could die in ecstasy.

Your eyes so deep and shining that I could float to the heavens with one bat of a lash.

Death isn't so bad when your souls can unite in the moonlight as one

Lovely work, Fred!

I especially like the second - very haunting imagery.

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