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Poem:
1000 loves

My mind races...
a 1000 loves flooding through my mental gates.
My hart flutering,pounding as it did so long ago...
In my old age & wisdom i know enuff to be happy
I know enuff to be happy for simlply feeling this sensation
This jolt of elation
this giddy burst of infatuation..
1000 loves race through my mind and i stand perplexed
how could she still move me in such a way
I smile and look skyward as if to mutter a prayer but the words"it is'nt fair" fall from my lips
"It is'nt fair" that i should be stirred after so long
but this is a utterance in vain I know
for love is rarely fair
matters of the hart never rational
Love is a force of nature...
it strikes as quickly a lighting
causes the hart to pound as loudly as thunder
and can dissapear just as quickly as the storms flash
the gods aflect me with these thorns of passion
my eyes water as if to weep
my sighs are heavy..like the heaving of the ocean tide.
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