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Less Than Three
The space between my fingers seems to be made to fit your own.
And in my breath, there lingers-- such warmth-- even alone
I feel your presence, embracing me-- tight like the sky.
The freedom of your glare is that hazel line in my eyes.
I can't deny-- this growing pace-- glowing claret in my soul.
It was that day I saw your face... this black heart that you stole.
Relieved it of its scars illuminating the darkness within.
And now stricken with love-- lies its condition.
Lost in its hypnosis, I hunger for you.
An ever-changing osmosis-- can this dream truly be true?
I just look towards the stars, connect each dot like a game,
Over ten billion ways to write 'Je t'aime,'
Signed with your name.
And in my breath, there lingers-- such warmth-- even alone
I feel your presence, embracing me-- tight like the sky.
The freedom of your glare is that hazel line in my eyes.
I can't deny-- this growing pace-- glowing claret in my soul.
It was that day I saw your face... this black heart that you stole.
Relieved it of its scars illuminating the darkness within.
And now stricken with love-- lies its condition.
Lost in its hypnosis, I hunger for you.
An ever-changing osmosis-- can this dream truly be true?
I just look towards the stars, connect each dot like a game,
Over ten billion ways to write 'Je t'aime,'
Signed with your name.
Published 10th Feb 2012
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10th Feb 2012 5:36pm
Pretty good poem, nice rhyming and flow. Je t'aime is I love you in French isn't it?
10th Feb 2012 5:39pm
15th Feb 2012 1:23am
