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Wednesday, October 21, 2009 11:11 PM
this is a poem about love
not one which you write to those you love
but one written dedicated to this wonderful emotion of pure love

it is a four-lettered word
that starts with ‘l’ and joins you with i

the magnetic pull that attracts your hand to mine
the frisson of surprise whenever your hand touches mine
the incessant feeling when your ardent eyes look into mine
the sweet, lovely dreams of your life as a part of mine

the fireworks that explode in the background when your lips touches mine

under the dark night sky
lit up by millions of twinkling stars
your hand found mine

there was once an emotion called love
only love









and this is the poem about love, the wonderful emotion

once there was me
I'm Janice, sixteen, but really, I'm three. I live in my own fantasy of endless imagination. I like the smell of new books and the wonders a camera can do. I laugh way too much.
And this, is my life.

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