abril 12, 2010

Love and its magic (satirical mimicry)

A journey. The journey.
Your eyes, my eyes and our skin.
A kiss. The kiss.
The touch of your grouchy smile on my face.
Ill-tempered morning time.
Never to start, never to end.
A neverending caress, a neverending embrace
Wishful thinking: love.
Wishful thinking, no more.
I am never to forget,
but I am to let go.

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