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Aug 2012
In the stillness of night my love will find me;
In the shadows of the darkness he will bind me,
And we hide from the sun as we become one.

Let no one say that we were never meant to be;
Who can choose to direct a heart that desires to be free?
If other people cannot comprehend true love's vow
Than surely they do not know what we have now.

There is much more to this story than a confused girl with strange delusions,
And I can assure you all, it is not just mere confusion.
Now don't get me wrong, some of you might have been right,
But I know it's not any of you I want at night.

If you knew the feel of a man's arms when you break,
You'd know the reasons behind every risk I choose to take.
Sometimes love is the only way to let myself believe in life,
And sometimes all my dreams are what carry me through the night.

So listen, you critics, love isn't just a game;
It's not just for the crazy, the absurd, and the insane.
Love is a condition, an emotion, and a truth;
Lust is a disease that overtakes folks in their youth.
I may have been a victim, I might have found a cure,
Or maybe now I'm just a little more mature.

When you look out the window, do you see birds doubt their wings?
So when I speak to you about my love, why do you distrust those things?
I alone know the pleasure concealed, and surely I can say
That love is love and truly loves more for every day.

If love was a deception, a simple masquerade
Would people walk around in masks, making themselves a shade?
Would men go to war, to save those they love,
Would men ever be gentle, more so than a dove?
Without true emotions, what would our world be?
Surely, love is the thing that makes us choose to simply
Be.
Mikeyla S Benzinger
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