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Jul 08, 2010
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The Truest Magic
She walked into my ballroom
like no one else e'er before,
she was the queen supreme of my heart strings
I could never have asked for more.
Then her stoic eye encountered
what was mine, and mine alone,
it was the sound as she digested me
as I called her on the phone.
Then, she said she was bewildered
and didn't want to make a fuss,
she said she'd rather live alone,
than complicate the two of us.
She helped me to remember when
life's simpler time was where
we lived, loved, and cherished,
and genuinely, we did care.
I cannot help but wonder
if there's a more perfect way to see,
the pureness of this chaste called, "love"...
..celebrated with, my dearest lady.
like no one else e'er before,
she was the queen supreme of my heart strings
I could never have asked for more.
Then her stoic eye encountered
what was mine, and mine alone,
it was the sound as she digested me
as I called her on the phone.
Then, she said she was bewildered
and didn't want to make a fuss,
she said she'd rather live alone,
than complicate the two of us.
She helped me to remember when
life's simpler time was where
we lived, loved, and cherished,
and genuinely, we did care.
I cannot help but wonder
if there's a more perfect way to see,
the pureness of this chaste called, "love"...
..celebrated with, my dearest lady.
— docmaverick, Jul 08, 2010
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magics02
16 years ago
Nice one Doc
docmaverick
16 years ago
Edits....
Seren
16 years ago
Dear Doc
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