Tag: love
member name: Michael Platt
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November 02, 2006 12:15 AM EST --
Falling Once Again
I've never fallen out of love,
Though I've fallen out of favor,
I've never lost a smile or touch,
Each memory I savor.
Each hand I've held, each kiss I've . . .
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November 15, 2006 02:21 AM EST --
I tripped and fell the other day,
Quite unexpectedly,
I'd only turned along the way
As someone spoke to me;
With thoughts aligned for witty quip
I walked back toward the call
When vision's . . .
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December 15, 2006 12:20 AM EST --
We met across the faceless miles, amidst the massive night,
The voices of our fingertips bespoke each other’s light.
We touched and held the words we sent, our interest sparked to see
That feelings . . .
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May 01, 2007 01:38 PM EDT --
In Cattus Requiem, 4-23-07
Someone once said, "Hi" and smiled, but such a dream is gone before it really started, the dream become the dreamer and the night held for another . . .
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January 03, 2007 11:18 PM EST --
At the Age of Three
In the Faraway Land of Make Believe
(That I keep right next to me,)
Are Happy Friends and Magic Things
That only I can see;
I can find the things I want
With a simple nod of my . . .
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October 11, 2006 09:28 AM EDT --
Rather'd I to love and lose,
and never love again,
Than pass my life not knowing love,
and thus to live in vain. . . .
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October 13, 2006 06:18 PM EDT --
The Heart of a Family
Past, present, future, always, a light that beams and glows,
Radiates from loving kinship as child is born and grows;
A torch that's held and handed down from heart . . .
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November 10, 2006 11:53 PM EST --
I stand on the heights of a mountain
I view the depths of the sea
I hold the world in the palm of my hand
When your eyes are looking at me;
I flush with the heat of desire
I chill in the strength . . .
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October 18, 2006 11:48 AM EDT --
A warm, refreshing springtime breeze
Blows soft upon my day
Whenever your smile touches me
As I pass on by your way;
I swim an effervescent sea,
My heartbeat's heated churn,
When I am in the . . .
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