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Bliss is a feeling, not a word
Contributed by
yaknowrobbie
on
Friday, 5th March 2010 @ 05:18:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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As we lied fully clothed by the bed of our sheets Arms and legs entangled like spaghetti and meat Staying warm by solely each others body heat So close that the only sound was our synchronized heart beat
I looked in her eyes and she back looked into mine As her eyes glowed bright like a candlelit shrine Countless hours passing, as we lost track of time It was a feeling not of this world but one of divine
I told her I wanted to make a roller coaster from the shape of her curves As she turned her head and blushed I felt her verve Her beauty was something you couldn't help but continually observe But more beautiful was the feeling she gave me, the feeling she served
Money comes and money goes, we continue to grow old But the memories of true bliss, they can only be felt not told They cannot be packaged or sold, traded like gold And the memory of her in my mind that night, I will always hold boldly
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yaknowrobbie
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2010-03-05 17:18:06] (Date/Time posted on
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