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Hunting
Contributed by
lnnie
on
Tuesday, 10th March 2009 @ 10:12:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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'Where"
she said
does love live?
Is it in your eyes?
I have looked there;
I look there every day.
Is it in your heart?
I know it beats
but some days
it is so faint;
In your mind?
That is opaque.
Tell me where does your love for me live?
I said
'I am taught
that deeds and providing
are where my love shows;
in being sure everyone here is safe
and that there is enough
for what everyone wants or needs.
I am not good at flowery words
at affection even.
I wish I were better.
for you.
What about you?
Where does your love for me live? '
She said
'It is everywhere with me
in my heart, it pounds you know still
for you.
In the house.
I place my love in flower vases
in the vacuum cleaner;
in dinner
in the wine served.
In my thoughts and emotions.
I remember everything
we've ever done.
He said:
I wish I had that ability you have.
I think I am made for the hunt.
But now
there is no hunt.
Copyright ©
lnnie
... [
2009-03-10 22:12:13]
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Re: Hunting
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 11th March 2009 @ 09:19:02 AM AEST
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great poem! i loved the ending, i think it worked perfectly.
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