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we could create heaven on earth we could be so much love the universe would switch into a higher dimension we could move the sky into our bedroom as the stars shine upon the ceiling as we make love we could talk to god through our feelings we could feel every part of each other when we smile and look into each others soul we could feel every cell in our being we could activate dna to bring about miracles of love we could love and it would only grow stronger newer more vital than our heartbeatwe could find each other within ourselves...A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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