Intangible
5 November, 2004
Author: Webster
The thoughts you had when I revealed my love,
The color of the morning I'm thinking of,
The words you spoke into my wondering eyes,
The perfume of your love that money can't buy,
The shape of your lips when they've just been kissed,
None of these things about you exist
But without them neither do I.
------- Author's Notes -------
The almost impossible to grasp meaning of love. |
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