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The Love Whisperer
Draw that chair closer make sure your coffee is with you, draw closer to that fire let me take you higher, I know the tears behind those hazy eyes, the fears echoing inside that busy mind, methinks like mine The search for that someone our darling till times of old, the search for that angel of mine! I know I promised to love again but the truth is I‘m terrified, having danced with wolves before… The voices in my head, the voice of the stolen, the not yet recovered; draw closer this is your story too. Are we ever going to smile again like the first time, to let it all out like the first excitement? To be naïve yet caring, to be sprung yet breath taken; to be head over heels yet sane, are we ever? To taste it like the first kiss, to be a virgin again, to have the color of innocence, To be the wings of a butterfly never before touched…the dazzling never before seen! It hurts so bad the good ones we have lost, the beautiful ones we miss so much… The gentle we may never meet again! If at all it was meant to be, then my heart is still alive for you it will always be alive I can't stop till I am with you not even when my heart has broken into so many pieces! I have cried too much come dry my tears, I have been ruining too much too many, come reproach me How long should I think it's you only to scream when the morning comes, a scream I can't bear any longer? How many should I lie to, I love you should not have to be said so many times; my love I beseech you! Like a little stream flowing swiftly to catch the rivers, I should be near you now; my surge has become too dangerous! Like a song-bird circling the skies floating to find its mate, my wings are losing flight my flap is weak But like its sweetened chirp this is the song I sing to you won't you hear my serenade, only for you It was made for you no one will ever dance to it but you, its sweetness to intoxicate only you! Come glue them up these pieces that no one has cared for, these that are laying about this wreckage of me Draw your chair closer as you sip that coffee tonight I sing a song, a song to ignite my lover's fire! Avantgarde Poetry S.H
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