Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, January 06, 2008

My Love ........ My Love

When the darkness drapes the night and candle flame dances madly on the ceiling it is the moment when I cry out to you. My love, my love can you not feel the beat of my heart as it races to your embrace?
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When I gaze out the window and view the stillness of the woodlands and feel the emptiness gain by the second it is the moment when I cry out to you. My love, my love can you not feel the beat of my heart as it races to your embrace?
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When the starry sky sets a somber display of distance and I find myself grasping to hold on to you, it is the moment when I cry out to you. My love, my love can you not feel the beat of my heart as it races to your embrace?
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When I find that I can not move in dance without the energy that you provide, it is the moment when I cry out to you. My love, my love can you not feel the beat of my heart as it races to your embrace?
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When the visions so surreal tease the hour it is the moment when I cry out to you. My love, my love can you not feel the beat of my heart as it races to your embrace?

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