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iamtheavatar Mar 2017
As the music plays,
I could feel her heartbeat
in my heart.
And when she dances,
I could hear my name.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
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iamtheavatar Mar 2017
The moon shines brightly
as she walks across the sky.
My soul shall follow her,
where'er she will be.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Insurmountable.
Like ocean, where ships set sail.
Prodigal and free.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Acceptance* is key.
Life is one big promenade.
A sweet reverie.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Let's make music* with the
sound of our hearts beating.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Wake up* sleeper!
Your summer days are over.
Tidy up and prepare for winter,
lest you be caught off guard.

For we have a steeple with lots of faces,
and symbols and catchphrases,
and pulpits and pews

—but never a
Duluoz and Kerouac.

And do not mistake
silence for absence.
And patience for
impotence.

For just as the sun rises
from the east.
So shall justice be served
for the least.

So then, let us say:

May our days be numbered,
and our troubles few.
And may this sweet surrender
bring us life anew.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
Love* and be loved.
Others might say,
it's a mirror.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
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