Category : Poems

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Bedazzle beguile and enchant her with honest true word.
Far from aging soul, darkness lies pain and hurt. 
Weave dreams from frozen tears, two merge.
Where lines of love and hate are no more blurred. 

Akin to only the truth, fresh and bold. 
Two souls find comfort to have and hold. 
Facing a withering world, not of a mold.
Dreamers dance to love’s trance, where love is not sold. 

Tale old as time himself,
When love has been taken off the dusty shelf.
Two into one begin to melt. 
Weaving life from the hands they were dealt.

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