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Dec 2013
I dream about romance, wonder about it,
wonder where it went & how it would be,
to have it back again.
It seems lost these days, disappeared
amongst the fervor, the din of technology,
up in smoke with astrology & fate.

And lo and behold, as in the days of old,
some try to carry on the mystery of the true believers, craving the taste to hold another.
It is indeed a long road to travel, one of angst,
everybody seems hung up on the physicality
& perhaps unable see the true meaning of love.

And though, I myself get wrapped up in *****-thoughts,
I will never forget my first kiss,
the feel of another's hand upon my cheek,
the warmth of her sweet breath down my neck,
the fiery heat of our intertwined naked-bodies
nor the explosive mingling of our primal act.

For to forget such seemingly trivial-things,
is to forget the gentleness of a summer rain,
the splendour of the setting sun,  loons calling at night,
the rising of the sliver-moon with its seductive glow
amongst the millions of bright stars, twinkling in the glorious heavens above.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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