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poem about how little things kindle up memories, not letting go of memories |
| in the dark of night i feel your touch eagerly bending into it only to awaken in saddness from a dreamfull sight oh my love how long desire burns up my bones oh my love how far my senses still think you are here i hear the door creak my heart stops to listen is my love come to me but my heart is broken by the crisp autunm breeze oh my love how long desire burns up my bones oh my love how far my senses still think you are here seconds, minutes, hours it is never ending pain days, weeks, months because i won't let go isn't it you who keeps sending flowers oh my love how long desire burns up my bones oh my love how far my senses still think you are here an arousing scent now dances with my senses laying clothed in my lovers colonged shirt to dream until i am spent ..................... |