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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required i soar in the thought of you lost in thermals free from every drop of gravity where clouds dance free wings spread in a balance tipped at times bent in flight guiding me a swoop here, banking there lost in you then the lyncean catches a shadow movement below these thoughts of you the wings fold back wind whistles against me my claws obey an innermost desire open and deadly lethal there is no greater desire then the one now consuming me a berserker uncontrollable shaken from the thoughts of you now, enfolded in my arms there is no escape i must have your lips you had fair warning we were a newness then it was in the grocery store standing in the checkout line i took your hand and began to sing "Chances Are" by Johnny Mathis i can hardly carry a tune matters little i knew how to steal your heart leaping newness from the nest these wings would be yours forevermore chances were more than awfully good love has its deepest depths when there are moments rare when the patina is shattered and its sweetness flows again in those hearts that discovered a spur of moment reminding lifes' wonderous gift i stole these lines but i stole them for you from the depths of love where i wear a silly grin when you enter the room i am impervious to life's frailties because i command rare moments when i am with you in the land of The Twelfth of Never where poets are empty of rhyme we will have escaped into eternity where rare is in every breath and poets never need a rhyme OKC 6/22 Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.” ? Lord George Gordon Byron
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