Wednesday, July 22, 2009

if it had not been.

if it had not been for the
spur of the moment, extra courageous
outburst of desperation,

would you and me together forever
be more than just a figment of my imagination.

would this never felt this way feeling be felt
thanking god endlessly for the hand which i was dealt.

would so good be so good or simply second rate
a sucker for love i willingly fell victim to your bait.

tender pleasant union of soft protrudes adored
daily build up of allegiance carefully stored.

shamelessly loving that which does not know
that a seasons passing made more than just the trees grow.

this part is called love.

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