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I love her the same as the sun and moon kissing the sea. What is it that my heart is trying to explain. I love her as truly as anyone could love any being. This profound love will be the death of me. And that is what I want, to die and blossom into death. 
 
I lust after her essence , the softness of her lips and her eyes that project eternity. 
 
I have always dreamed of her, and seeing her makes me tremble like no other being ever could. She is an incredible ache in my stomach when we are parted. I become lost in myself. 
 
We are running in opposite directions. Our journeys will bring us to the same destination. 
 
I shall meet you there. I am waiting. I love you.

◄ Dance of graved hunger.

A stranger. ►

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<Deleted User> (10123)

Mon 9th Apr 2012 13:17

strong prose indeed sir, well stacked with love, longing, and return from absence. change at Ealing Broadway and catch the bus, it's a bit quicker, Ta muchly, Nick.

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Yvonne Brunton

Mon 9th Apr 2012 12:58

I can feel the intensity of the emotion in this. I like the conflict of 'we are running in the opposite directions' - a despair instantly resolved by the second half of the line. There is nothing maudlin about this piece.

PS
on a different tack the cynic in me looks at the same line and says to itself "You could call this 'Love On The Circle Line'."
Don't take offence, my mind has a mind of its own sometimes. XX

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