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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE UNHOLY DEAD He would take her to heaven if she chose to go but her world's just a place for the dead, if she had a solution he wanted to know, in a while it would be in his head. All her world is a place for the unholy dead she might answer his question two times, in a while he might see, but will lose it instead holding out for an answer that rhymes. she might answer his question, and answer it twice, "yes I love you but don't want to go," so he holds out much longer because of the price of the things that he never should know. "Yes I love you but it's not time for me to leave," she has told him, but didn't explain, "Love is something you never should know nor believe, unless you are a sweet summer rain." Yes she told him, but didn't tell all that she knows, he can't see how she loves him so much, like a sweet summer rain she appears and then goes to the heaven he wants her to touch. He can't see how she loves him, his heart is so blind, nor that they are in heaven--but how? And he wants so to touch her, and then he will find they're together in heaven right now. How they got to heaven, she said time and again, "I have loved you much longer than me," and together in heaven, they see how love's been for as long as a true love can be. She has loved him much longer than sweet summer rain and before she was ever a child, for as long as a true love that's hard to explain, from where-ever a true love is filed. And before she was young, in her place of the dead, they were younger than love ever knows, and where-ever love is, in the heart or the head, they've gone into where-ever love goes. © ron wilson
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