like trees in Spring or 
like the red roses when they are in full bloom,
here is my love again,
waiting to be admired. 

I can say I have forgotten that season,
I've been removing thorns.
but at the end, I always comeback to the same point
cherchez la femme!

Not that I don't try 
It's just that I still care 
I still wait, I'm still in flames
this is not a bed of roses but still a bed.

I look for your sweating hands,every night. 
your rolling eyes, and your whispering sonnets 
I look for the way you still cry
I look for that butterfly sensation.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 10/12/2010 2:03:00 PM
enjyoyed reading today... well written!
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Date: 10/12/2010 11:41:00 AM
Ps. Smile ~ "Beautiful Poe Dear Lady &, Have A Very 'Blessed & Beautiful' Day;" Bye!:) ~
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Date: 10/12/2010 11:38:00 AM
Smile ~ "Here's to 'Beautiful Butterflies,' My Dear 'Lovely & Precious, Ruth Miranda;' May They Soar High Amid 'The Rainbow Sky,' Forever Free, 'To Dream,' Upon The Wings of, 'Neverending &, Beautiful Love'" ~ "Love Always," John!:) ~
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