Open Poetry #7 |
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The Gift |
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eyesplus2 Member
since 2000-03-02
Posts 163australia |
My spirit soars My love flows I give to you a precious gift All wrapped in ribbons of passion and bows of love From the beginning of time till time stops this gift was meant for you It must be handled with care for it is more fragile than a butterfly's wing It can be destroyed with a single touch and yet you cherish it with your touch My spirit soars My love flows...to you |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
Beautiful. ![]() Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
And a lovely gift it is! It should certainly be held ever so tight. Wonderful words here! ![]() ~Sheri |
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