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if onlyIf only, If only, My love were the wind, If only, If only, I could fly on a dream, If only, If only, My heart were the sun, Then we could be one, Ten miles, or none.if only
by ~mischivousmic
gilly poemA story I see, A stranger before me, A love once thought lost, To the bitter winter frost, A younger one I knew, Who blossomed into you, Now here we stand, So close to familiar land, A future, a dream, Unlikely as it may seem, Lies hidden before you, Beginning to be seen through, Infinite possibility, Lead you back to me, As a boy I was once happy, And now a man I'm rather sappy, For I know what waits for me, That the world will dream to see, Heart and soul there is no other, Destiny, in question, by our brothers, A love oncgilly poem
by ~mischivousmic
GillyThe wind blows cool air, the lake is all that i see, She approaches me.Gilly
i feel her warm touch, i grasp at her sweet soft hair, i sense arousal...
my only first love, the ideal, beautiful, never leave my side.
lost to time i feared, my love was in remission, never forgotten.
to see her once more, to hear her angellic voice, changes my being.
to think of her so, to realize she is there, is transcendental.
slowly is the key, let nature take its own course, and things will be right. &nbs
by ~mischivousmic
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