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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:32 am
Do not love me yet, for I
Am still a slender moon,
A scimitar about the heart
Too sharp to touch too soon.
Before I'm touched I need to grow
More full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my earth
And rule some patch of night.
I need to know what roads and fields
Lie in my domain
And dull my brand new ecstasies
With sophomoric pain.
I need the love of some blank boy
As cold and dark as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.
And then when I'm a silver bowl
And know what I can hold,
Then, then, perhaps, we could try love
If you are not too old.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 7:19 pm
age is but a number
why is it you cannot see
that no matter how oldi may be
my love and life i give to thee
just a response to the poem i hope thats ok, i know i like a poem when a poetic response pops into my head
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 11:47 am
It's great!
Amazing job on it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 2:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:37 am
...loving someone is your choice...
...proving you true is theirs...
hehe...
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2009 9:17 pm
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