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[title] => Lady by the falls
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[bodytext] => Lady sitting by the falls, memories rushing thru her mind of a man whose passion had set her on fire and the man whose been standing quietly beside her, day after day. Thinking of the man whose passion had set her on fire, they had said goodbye a long, long time ago, but she was just now getting around to leaving. It was a fragile love that didn't pass the test of time. When it broke apart, she never let it go. She held the pieces together, thinking, dreaming that they'd magically fuse again. so busy holding them and never noticing the emptiness in her hands. She knew it was in her eyes, all the bits,pieces and scraps of love she'd collected over the years. Love pure and clean as rainwater, as complex as memories themselves. It was all for him, for this gentle, steady man who'd always been there for her, whose heart she had so carelessly broken in a thousand little ways, in the things she hadn't said, hadn't felt. His love was more than just an emotion; it was the sum total of who he was. Never again would she lose sight of what mattered, not for a day or an hour or even a minute. She would treasure every instant of her life from now on, for she knew something now, a deep truth that had eluded her all of her life. Love wasn't a great burning brushfire that swept across your soul and charred you beyond recognition. It was there, simply that. It was simple, everyday moments that laid like bricks, one atop another, until they formed a foundation so solid that nothing could make them fall. not wind, not rain, not even the faded, waterless memories of a once brushfire passion. She suddenly felt an aching sadness for all the things that could have been, for all the things she'd lost while waiting for what could never be.what might have been and what has been. She gets up, pauses, closes her eyes, heads for the palace and prays Please God, don't let it be too late. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 2 [informant] => SultryBad [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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