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[sid] => 166067
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Love? and the Teen
[time] => 2011-04-28 03:03:05
[hometext] => For teens, that lost and lonely bunch!
[bodytext] => Love? I don't know. For sure it is a "like". I knew it was a like when I first saw her. She was a rose. She was a rose among many roses, yet her petals were decorated with a splendor, a majesty that would make Aphrodite sneer and molest with jealous remarks. -An apple sitting at the foot of a tree in Maine, this is her. A leaf sailing through the air and landing on snow, this is her. I do not have the words to describe this kind of beauty, Frost would, only he. I am only a teen, now. Perhaps in my twilight years, isn't that what they call them? (I have too many thoughts in my head)- I wished to pick her. I wished to uproot her from her garden and have her with me all the time. Oh, but her petals, her beauty attracted another, not a bee.....a wasp! Yet, her beauty still causes an alien sensation within me. A quiver, a fever, an adrenaline felt by no other. Perhaps this is what the addict feels when he plunges steel into his skin and feels the rush of a poison coursing through his veins. But, like that addict, I must hide my addiction from people.....No, Her. I shall be silent. She will never know. But, oh, how I see her in minds eye, my underdeveloped mind?, always laughing. Radiant beauty. How I long. 'Tis fever to think I will ever have her. Fever......and nothing more. Love? I don't know. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Natkingcole [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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