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    Love

    She’s like a symphony
    That can only be played in a heart as large as an
    Orchestra with instruments diverse in nature yet blending
    With utmost intensity to the delight of the soul

    She’s like the sound of music
    Listen to her long enough; she brings sensation to the heart
    As well as strengthen your will to give in to the warmth of
    Her soothing embrace

    She’s like a waterfall
    The sound of many rushing waters, her impact on the lake
    Produces a piercing gushing sound yet the ripples she sends
    To her environs are as peaceful as a dove.

    She’s like the air
    She has no color, she cannot be seen but she can be felt
    You cannot touch her yet she touches the very essence
    Of man’s existence

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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