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Love is not seen with the eyes,
that's attraction.

Love is not felt in a kiss,
that's reaction.

Love is not construed within the mind,
that's reason.

Love is only born in the heart,
that's believing.

And in my heart I believe.
beyond reason,
beyond reaction,
or attraction.

I believe beyond believing that I love you.
So I thought I had already posted this poem on here, but I guess I haven't.
Anyway I incorporated this poem along with another poem that was posted here called (Rodin's Lovers) Into a video I made on you tube.
Called (Sometimes it Rains) please check it out at the link address

https://youtu.be/kihb_vuLMXw?feature=shared

Thanks.
White Hydrangea blooms
Under the London Plane Tree
Sweet spring morning peace
 1d Kat M
Debbie
Night sky
The giant gown of night sky
felt like smooth billowing black satin.
With vast embroidered fields
of shimmering stars of passion.
Spend with me the nights irrational.
The straight paths are always diagonal.
Scars and stars, a dark and light decoupage.
The tiny moment can one day be large.
It's the glitter days we long to enlarge.
Rational is a mortal chain
On sanity's barge.
 1d Kat M
Debbie
The Death of Desire

The arson of my dreams was set by me.
A brilliant blood orange glow.
Down an abandoned wreckage road.
Night and her dark velvet invitations.
Fuel my gasoline Lamentations.
A self inflicted burn, gives desire a final
blistering yearn.
Hope and wishes compose optimism's
lather.
But dreams are now dead blackened cadavers.
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