Passions in Prose |
love. 2-27-03(the real date) |
Fariegirl Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 147 |
"I love you." she said, looking deep into his eyes, which were like two clouds caught in a storm. "I love you, too." he said, touching her cheak softly. "Speak kind words to me." she said, kissing his hand. "To speak kind words is not enough to show my love to you." he said back. "To speak kind words mabey not, but for each of those words to form a piece of a poem is music to my ears." she said, smilling. "If I am to speaketh wost thou wants to here, than I am no more than thyn own slave." he said back. "Well, if you are a slave of mine, than I shall be nothing more than your slave as well." she said, looking deeper into his eyes. "Two slaves with know masters shall beith nothing more than a waste of human time, wouldst it not?" he said, meeting her gase. "So you might as well be mine own slave and speak me poems." she said, laying on his lap. "If it is poems you wish for, than it shall be a poem you hear, how is this: If there has ever been a time, To love you like I do, Than this shall be the time, For me to really love you, All the stars in the sky, They could not bribe me, To give up my, My love for thee. how was that?" he asked her. "More wonderfull than watching the moon rise on a warm summer night." she said, a tear rolling down one cheak. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
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Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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