This was from Xanga (not too impressed with that site). I was feeling particularly mushy when I wrote this:
Love and Lost
It has been said,
"One cannot truly love until one has lost."
Oh, how true that statement can be!
Let me tell you, and you will see
One way or another there comes eventual frost
And mean things go through lovers' heads
Some may fall apart / with broken hearts,
Never to love again
Yet others, though torn, cannot let it go
They are brought back by a powerful flow
They have severed the chain
That bound them apart / so listen and Hark!
Their hearts all a-flutter
Blood fills their cheeks
Their breaths are suppressed
Closer and closer they press
'till their lips take a peek
And discover a kiss
This is love at its best
Where love has been missed
Hearts leap in their chests
Affection renewed with a kiss
One truly cannot love until one has lost
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I like it, Dougy! It is mushy, but we sometimes get in those types of moods. That's awesome that you write poetry, I had no idea.
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