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Her Love Is

Her Love is illuminating this dark shadow casted over me until it is penetrating the depths of my heart If I could only be there to comfort her now Instead the cause of her pain Nights spent searching relentlessly As the sun rises I'm still stuck to this page As my mistakes taunt me As I despair and bite my tongue As the reality sets in that my heart is made of stone I feel nothing, no emotion as pure as Love In her eyes I'm not even human, I am a monster A beast, yet she is more beastly than me because her beauty rends me into pieces as a Lion So much for the puppy sheltered in her loving arms And what happened to the raindrops that were Celestial whispers only months ago Now the Heavenly Angels tears fall Now the heavy burden returns and it's too much to bare Now I hand it all over to God And silently I make mention of her in my prayers

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Date: 9/29/2013 6:54:00 PM
Hi "Little One"!! It's been a while...and it seems you've been away...You know that I'm always a fan. Your poem breaks my heart and I hope this is not your reality. Nevertheless, it speaks of very real human emotions we can all relate to. Great job as always! Soup Mail. x Annalise
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Date: 9/23/2013 1:31:00 PM
- Timothy, a very well conducted poem it is deeply and written with emotion....like it !!! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 9/20/2013 4:29:00 PM
Timothy, once again.. this is a nice dedicate poem... glad to be your friend... adding this one to my favorite poems... xox~ Linda
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Date: 9/20/2013 4:26:00 PM
it is so nice hearing from you...Where have you been.... I hope you are well.... and are back,... a deep poem.. and wow... usually it's beauty and the beast.. I like what you said.. I am a monster A beast, yet she is more beastly than me/\ awesome...Linda
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