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Jul 2015
I couldn't have stopped, my love
even if I’d wanted to;
I wouldn't have stopped, my love
even if I'd foreseen the consequence.

My darling, being with you -
truly took me to a higher dimension;
a pleasure that engulfed my eyes,
a once in a lifetime kind of pleasure

Making love,
on our honeymoon bed of silk
- who knew I had a weak heart...

Baby,
I'm sorry I died on your best day of charms

But I am glad I went like this,
forever cradled
                                      in your loving arms...
originally posted on WritersCafe.
Anto MacRuairidh
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Anto MacRuairidh  Derry
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