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My love is a poem never written. |
| My Love is …… A raindrop that evaporates before it ever kisses the earth. A song that is sung but never heard. A bud that will never bloom. A wave that never breaks on shore. A kiss that never caresses her lips. A soft touch that never feels her cheek. A thirst that remains unquenched. A beautiful thought unspoken. A race not run and a prize not won. 10/6/2007 |