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Simple
Contributed by
endeformetrance
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Thursday, 22nd May 2003 @ 11:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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It isnt the fact that The day that I met you my jaw hung open And I was unable to say a word to you.
It isnt the way that I watched from distance while you unwittingly snaked across, Illuminated by the cheap and tacky lights Reflecting off of a bruised and battered disco ball.
It isnt the eye contact Or the awkwardly smiling moment we shared Before a single word was spoken.
Its the way you cock your head In this hidden field, look at me and smile, Take my hands into yours, Adorn me with daisies, Plant a kiss on my cheek like raindrops Evaporating from a window, clearing up the tears You cant know Ive shed.
Its the way that you hold me Protectively in your arms, comforting me with your body heat, cradling me.
You neednt tell me that everything is going to be alright. Your very presence says I love you already. Its as simple as that.
Oh that it were true. Oh that it were that simple!
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2003-05-22 23:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Simple
(User Rating: 1 ) by tease_whizz on
Tuesday, 27th May 2003 @ 07:51:45 AM AEST (User
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beautiful, heartfelt and real - i you find what you had with her again. keep writing.
(bring on the christian nature poetry next) |
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Re: Simple
(User Rating: 1 ) by tease_whizz on
Tuesday, 27th May 2003 @ 07:53:29 AM AEST (User
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(that should say i 'hope' you find...) sorry. |
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Re: Simple
(User Rating: 1 ) by movax on
Thursday, 13th May 2004 @ 11:45:13 AM AEST (User
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Well expressed. Musta been some gal |
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