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Mar 2015
You
I'm lying there in your arms.
Wrapped and tightly entwined.
Your soul reaching out to me.
Through those eyes they glimer.
In this light I've found beauty.
So perfect blue and green.
Mesmerized draw me in close.
We're in a bubble.
The sound of rain it's beautiful.
It intensifies now deadening.
A dead silence only rain.
Your open mouth.
Your lips move but that's all.
You say "I love you".
You meant it but you've meant it before.
Will this be the last time.
This must be love.
Nothing else exists.
This must be love.
In our bubble.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Jack Thompson
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Jack Thompson  Australia
(Australia)   
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