How divine it would be
To be as close as to taste your tears
And, taking them into myself
If only to swallow the razors
That tear you up inside
And how painful-lovely
To let my lips speak what my voice
Will dare not raise itself to utter
If only to breathe my love
Into the caverns of your soul
I could replace the streaks on your face
With the warmth of brokenhearted smiles
Broken for love that's unfullfilled
For a love tasted but never consumed
But lips lingering sweetness will drench my fantasies
In Memorium of a crushed rosebud
And brief bouts of time-tested hope
I will remain ever your servant
And in my service I will finally say
What my voice and lips fear to
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Liberty! we are blog friends too :) that makes me happy. I didn't know you had one! AND I didn't know you wrote poetry. Just one more amazing thing about you. I am sure there are plenty more to discover. You are freakin beautiful.
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