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yes please
15 Jun 12 at 12 pm
tags: end-of-love  poem  poetry  love 


“You know what love is?”

He sat at the foot of the bed,

gently caressing her covered legs.

Her eyes danced with delight as

she sipped her coffee, then whispered

in a voice that carried the last of 

sleep ” No, what is love? Tell me?”

He smiled, a smile that twined her own.

” If you were to leave, right now, or

if you were to cease to be, right now…

I would carry a bit of you with me…

a bit in my heart, and a bit in my soul…

until the end of days…until the end