It is a Mystery Indeed to Me.
To Be Able to Keep on Writing You,
In This Prose Very Different,
In Poetic Writing
And To Still Want to Whisper You Words of Love,
L O V E ..... Words of LOVE ... Words of Love....
Over and Over Again to You,
With Such Intensity!
Go Figure, That I Learn How to Do Something Intensely Write?
I Mean to Intensely Want You Again.
to Want You Again, and Again.
And to Write You, and Tell You How Much I Want You!
In Great Ways (Love You), and in Dirty Ways.
Why????????
Why So Much Intensity?
Is it a Gift?
Is it a Gift Between Us Both.
That Binds Us So Together, My Love.....
?
- Poetry that Got Out - (Tell me So I Can Delete It!!!)
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