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Love Story

A poem about stolen love.
Lend me your ears and I'll tell you a story,
About a true love born from the rays of the sun,
And heartful of fire, passion and glory,
And the wondrous woman to whom it belonged.

Her name I'll not give, it would be inappropriate,
For the love that she gave was secret and stolen,
Hidden away from the prying eyes of the world,
It grew to become so precious and golden.

With each renewed sunrise the love grew stronger,
Nurtured in the passionate embrace of lust,
Adorned with the beauty that she held within,
And by the warm tenderness of her touch.

A wanton desire soon gave way to true love,
A mutual respect wrapped in ever loving warmth,
With peaceful serenity and a leisurely pace,
It developed and matured with a satisfied calm.

He gave his love freely to this lady so special,
He gave her his mind and he gave her his soul,
He gave her his thoughts and he gave her his visions,
And he gave her his heart to wear as a jewel.

And she, in return, wrapped him in her existence,
Giving him everything she could possibly give,
And both of them eagerly gave up their bodies,
Becoming as one for the rest of their lives.

This story I tell without any lies or mistruth,
A story I tell from the heart of a satisfied man,
I know of the shared adoration they gave,
But like the lady in question, I won't give my name.

borloff
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Published: 6/7/2010
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