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It is in my silent breathing thoughts
That I ponder on how beautiful
My life have been
Since the first ray of your light
Touched the windows of my soul

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Too few for too much
Only two leaves turned their fates to fall
It is not Autumn at all

No more poems

No more sweet tongues of rhyming love

Of flowing ink from veins of passion

All

that needed to be known

that needed to be heard

transcended

All because

You have become poetry itself

Of my life, of my love.

January 22, 2009

9:21 AM