Delight

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    Delight

    I feel the love,I see the light;Oh what a delight.Your pulse is racing,Your blood so sweet,Is it getting hott or is it just me?The sun is shining,the birds are flying;I dont know why I cant stop crying.Night comes,fire burns,my respect you need to earn.

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    Chaos128 commented on Delight

    11-16-2009

    "The course of true love never runs smooth" is a pretty antiquidated aphorism. Still, nobody's ever gotten around to changing or updating it... it must mean there's something to it. Good work, Angel!
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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