Man of my Heart,
Who is Ever in my Thoughts,
Love is but a fragile flower
Compared to the Ocean of Intensity
I Feel for You.
Man of my Love,
Who is Closer to me than Any,
Passion is but a fainting fancy
Compared to the Vast Reaches of Devotion
I Feel for You.
Man of my Soul
Who was Created for me Before Time,
Eternity is but a Drifting Petal on the wind
Compared to the Endless Expanse of Adoration
I Feel For You.
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Poetry and Art by ~Morgan~
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Lovely
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It must be wonderful to feel like that about someone… sigh…
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Indeed it is 🙂 Most of my love poetry was written before I met my soulmate – or re-met, as I like to think. This is why there is such longing in most of it.
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It is almost painful to read, but touches parts I thought long dead…
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