Our Love '06
Sunday afternoon wrapped up comfortably
Curled with cushions of my favourite chair
Silk lined pages to write speeches upon
Ready with passion to over spill my cup
A river ready to run away with itself
Overwhelming expressions of love
Our love
Burnt raw fingers blackened with ink
Gripping too tightly to the pen
But still no reasons why I love you
No script to reason the ‘way’
No quotes to write down
Of places in which we found love
Our love
Two words spoken and I am closed again
Blocked and blank at such a meaning
No words in which to convey
No depth to regurgitate, nothing
Just knowledge that I’m sure, I’m certain
I loved you for only just because
And this was our love.
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