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Mortals

February 15 2001 at 8:05 AM
 

 

Mortals

The touch of you takes me to a place with no rhythm,
Yet how can it be I have know your touch for all time.
Where once I used to pine,
You now send shivers down my spine.
Our love seems to grow and grow,
Do you think they even know?
These mortals in our life,
So caught up in strife.
They can never see,
What you have done to me.
They think us but fools,
Yet they have no jewels.
You are my diamond that glistens in the night,
Sending out a beam to show me the light.
I feel sorry for them for they do not know,
That it takes two to make love grow.

 
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