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More poems from my love.

    Touch of a Lover...

The touch of a lover, is soft and smooth.
   Every inch of their flesh speaks of a love that is true.
 The feeling of their hands holding you close,
   The soft caressing hands that brush over your face,
The softness of their lips,
 The smell of their skin,
  A wakens a love that was hidden deep within.
 You reach out to your heart,
Your soul,
Your spirit,
to touch,
to hold,
 to caress,
   With the love of the gentle, warmth,
      with the gentle loving touch of a lover.

   Setting of Romance...

     The setting of romance is thus and set like this,
 in thy heart,
and in thy soul,
within thy hands,
for you to hold.
 within thy eyes,
 for only you to see.
   Just how much you mean to me.

 Light within the window...

  A bright light shines from within,
 shinning from the light inside.
  Lifting the dark veil of the night,
   glowing along with the Moonlight.
 Leaving traces of the night,
 scattered all around.
 Like gentle falling autumn leaves,
 cascading to the ground.
The shadows from within the room,
  hold within them a love that is true.
They are held with the light of love,
 from within the hearts of lovers.
 They dance and play over the walls,
    falling gently over the floor,
       creeping ever so slowly towards the door.
          Past the door and into the night, 
       flying faster in its flight.
   Caring the sounds of laughter and love,
      up to the moon shining down from above.
         And still this gentle light does shine,
           out from your delicate heart and mine.

We are What we are...

We are what we are,
 that is easy enough said.
 Some think we are wrong,
   others right.
        Most misunderstand why we pray by the moonlight.
 The call us many things,
 devil's, satanic, or freaks.
     Yet they never call us by our names,
  or call us friend.
       We stand by and watch them tear us down,
   and tear our lives apart.
      We watch them destroy our mother,
     our love, our life the earth.
     Yet we still love them for who they are,
 why can't they?
 We are who we are.

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