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| Reaching For You As I lay awake in this empty bed, my heart and mind are still on fire. So near you were to me today, I close my eyes in search of you. Reaching deep inside my heart, your name I call from silent lips. In your eyes I see my soul, I've always dreamt of love like this. Your loving arms embrace me now, a tranquil peace I've never known. I look into your eyes once more, and streaming tears begin to fall. To know that you are there, to know that you are real, with all the things we share, and the bond of love we feel. Touched so deep I've never been, and know that I would gladly give, all the things that I hold dear, to be in your arms once again. Copyright2002 Patrick Sloan |
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| Truth,Lies and Locked Doors Fluid is the reality of our thoughts, and to most but a fleeting glimpse. Who can speak of trust and honor, of weakness, strength and civility. Short lived are the promises made, in a world of illusion with no truth. And yet inside each one there is a place, a place where kept are secrets bared. These secrets need not be of ill contempt, nor of some untold truths. Here may lie ones heart it is said, closely kept and hidden from all. Easily broken with a word, crushed with but the smallest of lies. Fragile as the finest of jewels, cold and lifeless once shattered. I do not blame those who then so choose, to keep their hearts behind locked doors. Copyright2002 Patrick Sloan |
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| Love and Utopia Perfection in the one you love is a myth made of only dreams, the search for such can only lead to loneliness and despair. Although to find a soul, a heart, a love that will last forever, a bond to stand the test of time, these are not fiction nor a farce. Feelings unspoken have no place within the truest of loves, honesty and complete surrender to the other the only way, unyielding compassion, understanding, love without condition, an undying need for but one above all others, a desperate cry. Love is as a seed gently placed beneath the soil with care, it must be nurtured and cherished as if it were a new born child. Quickly it can grow into a beautiful flower beyond compare, the loveliness of which very few in this world could even imagine. Alas many do not believe in such love calling it but a fairytale, but for myself I know in my heart of hearts it is more than real. The rarest of gifts, most precious of all ,a once in a lifetime chance, heavenly bliss, that long sought peacefulness, fulfilled at last. If one finds such a love as this, one must put aside the worldly fears, cast off the cloak of doubt and despair and embrace it wholeheartedly. Love is tender, powerful, precious and more special than life itself, find that one, embrace them, surrender all, and don't ever look back. Copyright2002 Patrick Sloan |
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