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 Dec 2017 Scarlett
Existential me
I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Your looks may fade... my love shall not.
 Dec 2017 Scarlett
Pagan Paul
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She sits upon the cold grey stone,
waiting for he whom she craves,
counting down the longest moments,
perched beside the Ancient Grave.

Soon he will be wooing her,
making her heart swell like a wave,
taking her safely into his arms,
standing beside the Ancient Grave.

So entwined shall the lovers be,
to each a love they willingly gave,
naked and intimate in complete ecstasy,
laying beside the Ancient Grave.

And when its time to part again,
it would surely sadden the brave,
she watches until he disappears,
and settles into her Ancient Grave.



© Pagan Paul (20/12/17)
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The tree of hearts
Branching out love
A colour red ,deep
One mine and one yours to keep

Together all hearts
A Beautiful piece of art
In the faith of love
We all live and reap

The tree of love
Nourished and replenished
Stands tall, evergreen
Rooted deep
Wrote this for a dear friend , she is an artist
Shared her paper craft photo ,suggested I write something.
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