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Soft rain had taken world away,

against the dry and barren wast,

She laid within my arms,

carressing one another,

Soft thunder played across the glass,

soft sounds played throughout the house,

two hearts embraced,

laughter from the front upon the rain stained porch,

two held within their arms the other,

slight sound within their wake upon the swing their heads now lay,

two lovers now lay upon a porch,

asleep in loving arms,

the couple did remain,

the rain soft song did play,

quietly unnoticed he slipped the ring upon her finger,

with soft kiss and brush of hair and he fell again to comforts snare,

Sleep took again his mind but with her his heart remained,

forever to be hers alone.

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Isis101
02:42 Sep 08 2008

sweet...

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Ice fell from darkened skies,

covering world in soft sheet of white,

The glittering trail lead me away,

from warmth of my comfort,

entering into world anew,

Upon the ground moon fell in waves,

softly speaking through parted lips the sound of love reached within me,

words so subtle,

so gentle,

but one whisper of wind would send them away,

forever to be lost,

I traveled deep to find my one,

the true illusive love,

she sat upon the snow,

eyes so deep to become lost was second nature to me,

sitting next to found snow angel,

I hold her safe to me,

we watched the sky slowly fall,

In the newly fallen snow.

These dreams that plague my night long slumber to much for me to take,

Shaken awake my fear of mind the wind howling through open window pane,

to tremors now have passed and softest glow of moon has blessed this darkened room,

I sit on edge listening to heart as loud as guns of war,

I saw the face drift away of that my sweet voel,

But a dream was all it was, wasnt it,

it must have been for I am still alive,

without knowing she walks this moonlight night,

my heart would surly stop,

and Deaths eternal sleep would take me.

Blood red vision filled to the brim with only but a wick to act as its stem,

fire destructive and warm is the only way to set free its beauty,

set fourth fire to this fruit and let loose its true form its inner self upon the world,

you would think it easy to set fire and release its hidden soul,

BUT NOT,

for subtly is the key, one must carefully set only the right fire to its stem and in doing so one will see what is there, all the dust burnt away although some will still remain never able to fully die away,

I hold it in my hand the cherry,

but it is not what you think,

this is me and the soul you would look upon is hidden deep,

only the true flame can set free the hidden city beneath,

this my sheild is represented as the black cherry candle thick and dark unable to look completely through it,

the wick my lust for love in which only it can be ignighted,

the fire true love only that which can burn away the shell but soft enough to warm and to clear.

in this the black cherry candle represents myself.

The words I spoke are the softest you'll ever hear,

the song I sing so quiet a bird cant help but listen intently,

The subltly of my words and the glances of my eyes,

cannot be caught for how soft they truly are,

to catch the secret words I sing,

to hear the long sun song,

You must listen carefully,

and make no sound at all,

For speaking breaks the words,

for listening to hard runs through the meaning,

you must listen to them in such a way that they and their meaning are safe,

you must listen to them,

in only the softest.

Heart is racing and cannot stop,

will I bleed to death,

is there not another way to keep me from my tears,

One minute I have blessing of hey company,

and now it seems that she cannot be spoken to,

tis not because irrational her mind,

or that I cannot speak,

but that no thread can be connected,

how did it die so silent,

Worlds have gone and come to pass,

over and over future and past,

but oh it would seem that she is gone from sight,

Her voice and her words are lost to me tonight,

I have seen her through a window,

in which she cannot hear me,

I Tried to break a hole so that I could tell her,

but oh the glass to thick for my fist to break its surface,

Fear has grasped my mind,

but thoughts of this are silly,

I know she knows I'm here,

perhaps she does not relize that im trying to be heard,

Her eyes pointed a different direction,

as such she cannot see,

im trying to get her attention,

my old friend I hold close to me,

From text I once read I take this line,

Friendships are like plants without proper care they wilt and they die.