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Sweet Bitterness
My name on his lips, so sweet to my ear. Whispering words I have so longed to hear. His gentle embrace, his smiling face, his trailing fingers, leaving no trace. Of the love brand new, that I cannot hide. A spark within me taking the ride. The way that he loves me, none has touched, deeply, slowly, never rushed. His body and mine, kissed by the sun. Every moment inhaled, every song sung. So proud to show me, caught up in his web. Hanging silkely from every thread. Only taken so soon to be TORN from his gentle embrace. Tears of bitterness trailing my face. My heart is heavy, torn asunder. The flower had opened, its time now spent to be once more with destiny placed. Winter again, seed covered by cold, to untrusting heart and bitter hold. RJT |
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