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Christ of Amour |
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poettothecars Senior Member
since 2006-02-10
Posts 1093New Zealand 
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5746 Christ of Amour 13 October 2006 I can’t write poetry. I can only recite love. That feeling of knowledge, this Spirit in Christ of amour. My bearer, a banner by name, enchantment, a forest of heaven. The wind whispering, your name and mine. Neither a poet, or a lover, more both on path to rejoice. That scent, your man kind, this is what I do smell. Closer, ever closer, for victory, a word of no shame. The haze, a darkened cloud, skies more blue than fresh air. Each breath taken in understanding. Next to me, the poet within, this man of outer length, you were there. © 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet) a poet who cares |
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