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No more will I write of pain The scars of war are bleeding No more will I shed those tears Drops of ice from the heart keep beating These emotions of life are for the living No more shall this quill forever tremble in despair Let the rivers run black and the sky let loose Lethal arrows from the quiver of Eros No more shall fly My love is a red, red rose sprung in the heart of darkness Where there's love and light never will you find me Some live for love, living is the mystery No more will I speak of things that make the soul go weary.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 6/13/2011 10:52:00 PM
A very interesting take on love, Didi. A red rose sprung in the heart of darkness. Unique.
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Date: 6/12/2011 5:35:00 AM
Positive work you have penned..Michael
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Date: 6/12/2011 4:33:00 PM
Thanks a lot :)