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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With a voice ornamented in ogled tension you ask me, like vulnerable flesh queries warm obsession, Do you mean to love me this way... on your mouth, a hold of hope I see to you I say... Does the sun choose to flare into sapphire atmosphere, Does the moon decide who's eyes to enchant, Does a rose ponder its tempt, Does a man dare his heart relent, Does a woman wonder whence came her allure and dare, A heatwave of heartache's swelter swells over your soul as the outcry of orgulous omens try to defy our survival, blood drops fall lonesomely from the old body of a lark a steeple bell broken by the thunder of sorrow in the dark, gold found burning into rivulets reaching into graveyard rock, you begin to weep because the weight of worry waylays your wishes for our eternity, I surround you with a love shield that shames the arrows of agony kissing you softly deep, then I tell you that fate is not our enemy, don't you understand my Lady... Sultans cannot buy or sell the feelings we share, Emperors unable to enforce the silence of our hearts, rivals are but ridiculous in attempt to dowse our flame, Time be trite in march against the magic in our care, the poetry of our purpose will not be censored by cynical marks, emotions erratic in wrath will not wrest the roots from which our passion came - J.A.B.
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