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Post by sweet_dreams on Sept 21, 2002 23:27:23 GMT -5
In this moment, as time passes bye... I understand at last the words spoken. Love holds meaning when seen eye to eye. Shared with a whisper- a heart's token.
What can I give to show my love? What can I say to break the bonds? Past has said love will not last. But in my heart it will go on.
I cannot quit without a fight. I cannot bow and give to deafeat. Not when I see and remember why my heart skips a beat when I hear your name.
Love's beaten path, I have traveled before. The tread is worn by weary feet. My heart has been torn in two and beaten down by cruel reapeats.
The same old game, time after time. "I love you, I don't" So they say. Love is never simple or easy, no mater which rhoute we choose to take.
But love is always a game of chance. Chosen here the pieces come. So either play as your time comes up or step aside and for go love.
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Post by WitchBoy on Sept 22, 2002 7:28:49 GMT -5
very good poem kat it was very sad....good work
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Post by Freya on Sept 22, 2002 8:18:29 GMT -5
True, it was sad and it was good.. but it makes a very good point. Alot of people see love as only a game.. with players.. which is the wrong way to look at it. For love is not something to be played around with at all..
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