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Date Posted: 08:52:49 09/05/01 Wed
Author: By Peggy
Author Host/IP: 206.97.65.81
Subject: "Because We Are In Love"



TITLE: "Because We Are In Love"





The word love makes me sad,
it can even make me cry,
love can not be absolute lucidity
only madness come to call,
an exalted experience of reality,
or more like
heightened sensitivity to the fall,
I hear someone sing another brick in the wall.
The crescent moon
adds one tear drop
from his eyelash
of this freak show called romance, many
stars of citron-yellow dance all around the darkness,
a few stars they sing in a pink glow, some in
a green flame,
one star in a "forget-me-not" blue kind of
fame,
because we are in love, for all we know
our love should be good, pear shaped ring
that shines like the morning sun and yes we have only
just begun.
We build love much like a carpenter does with
glass for his house not red brick composed far out on the sea.
Does love have a face or a sound?
Can you get hung up on the word
love? Love is hard to sing aloud.
Downey white clouds drop much rain on the crowd.
One thousand people came to touched love's bones that day,
one day a long time ago,
anorexia of a the heart ;black as Eden's forbidden dust,
save the last dance
for me romeo.
And I will write you a
love poem on silver paper and seal it with a kiss
and you my dear, my new true love can sing me
one more love song for the road.

September 05,2001
by Peggy Meeks-King



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