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[aid] => mick
[title] => How did I not know?
[time] => 2014-07-31 17:31:25
[hometext] => It's a poem about missing what's in front of you all along, You just never saw it that way.
[bodytext] => I love his whisper soft kisses on the back of my neck, I love his gentle way, the art of finesse... He is love and depth, until recently..an unknown con-cept. I love the way he takes his time, Especially when he is embracing my mind. He never try's to conform me with hate...He is love.... He is fate...He is patient...He will wait. He has loved me through the worst and the best... He has endured all tests. He waits for me to grow, I am his flower, he has never forced me..... He gave me my power. He laid back and watched me through the years...Growing strong and fallen tears... never throwing at me the mistakes I made...And some were grave. I have always been the girl in his eyes...Even when I was out playing with the other guys. He loved me even then...I just never knew to what extent... I was too busy being hell bent, on being someone's number two, attempting to fill shoes, that were never mine to fill...I was reckless....Going down hill. He lead's by example and expresses concern, I am his student...from him I will learn. He is like a father, a brother..at times gentle like a mother....But make no mistake he is not kin...He is my passion, he is my sin. My sin for only one reason.... we are not married, Tis not yet the season... He is my "one", I just couldn't conceive....Is it too late...Should I believe? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 14 [informant] => nikkib [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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