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It took a long time
You fought the good fight
But sometimes it's not enough

You always had a smile
You never showed the pain
It was hard to tell the cancer was even there, sometimes

But now you are home
With the angel's wings we all knew should be on your shoulders
Among the saints
RIP, Patty Colson. We all love you very much.
Everyday
No matter the fight
However the mood
I tell you so much
Power is lost from the words

A romantic, sometimes
Broken hearted
But always, falling
To bloodied knees
Touching your face
A kiss, my love
To your lips, my Love

Dreams of your smile
Your softest touch
Just holding your hand
Touching your side
And pulling you close

I love you
Like the ocean
Can't control the dam
Like the highest mountains
Stretching for the skies
Like the moon and the stars
No heaven without you

Beats of my heart
A dance of the soul
Moon song's mournful cries
I want you in my arms
Need you close to my touch

I believe in you
Bright eyes when I first asked you
To be exclusively mine
To let me be just and only yours
I held you in my arms
And held you too long
Held you too tight

I remember when I asked you again
Surprise on your face
Tear in your eye
I asked you to love me
In a field, far from the lights

There was a starry night to witness
What better honor to love
Than twinkling lights
Ask you to marry me
Vow to preserve
Promise to love
Protect and help

Sometimes we fight
Brutal passions erupt
I split and desire
To take you
And hold

Wipe away your tears
Give you comfort
Devour your fears
I am not perfect
Sometimes I fail
But together
We strive

I love you like water
Overcoming and blind
You are my heart's song
My every tide
Every desire
Ripped from my original profile: For my only Love; a letter in a bottle, letter at sea
I've been trying
to convince
myself that I
don't
need anyone
at all.

Just sleep,

and long
intervals
of insanity.
Proud of this one. Been trying to formulate this into words for a while now. Happy with the simplicity.
I had a dream.
I was hoping you would show up.
You didn't, though.
You'd think i'd be used to disappointment.

But i'm not.
I'm still that hopeless dreamer that you left.
Her innocent smile is as bright as can be.
Which woefully,unwittingly fell into i diavolis sight.                            
She was truly the  fairest you could ever see.
No wonder she was taken to a world beneath all light.

She ate his fruit that was so sweet.
Then to find out she could not leave.
Disappointment down from her head to her feet.
With all the chills running down from her sleeve.

Dearest young maiden I feel your grief.
And every tear to be sulked like no other.
Thy art to return for thy has strong belief.
The daring buds of May then shall bloom,for happiness then
shall fill your mother.
  
For half the year air is cold followed  by the winters snow.
When shes back the flowers will grow by the hapiness of the summers glow.
"i diavolis"-The devil in Italian
An ignorant society is where I live, since what we know is but a drop in the ocean.

We've even managed to stop caring ,like we are on a ''who cares about the world potion"......
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