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With deep, rich eyes
You come
To make my life worthwhile.
Your skin -
Smooth -
Holds mine - soiled -
In a light that can never be traced.
Water - cool. Sunshine - warm,
Your body is fit to last,
To hold a soul
That can never be broken
By torment,
By sickness and ill feeling that I hold in mine.
Strength for two,
Love for four -
A life that should stretch forever.
But with my mind in control
It may sink -
Sink to depths that you never dream of.
You, so unspoiled, pure,
As pure as purity itself.
I'm sad,
For the sorrow I give
To one -
To you -
Who do not deserve it.
Hold me,
My love,
As I dream of a new place,
A better place.
As I hold a secret that guards you,
Feel safe.
My love is always yours.
© Cynthia M. Piromalli
©2002 StoriesByEmail.com
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