Tim

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    Tim
    "Come close," I whisper.
    He responds.
    "Excite me," I plead.
    He obeys.
    "Love me," I beg.
    He proves what love is.
    He shows me an emotion I've feared,
    but longed for.
    He loves me in every way.
    But with him,
    I'm not even afraid.
    He teaches me how to love
    and be happy too.
    "Don't ever leave my side."
    I trust him.

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    modernpansy commented on Tim

    02-22-2009

    first of all: awww. but really, i like the passion behind this. same as you said. i wish i could see inside your head.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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