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My love, deeper than intellects are able to describe

A brilliant companion, all others mundane by contrast

I dream to reflect from your coveting eyes

To feel the reverberation of your voice waft across my unclothed body 

All that you are echoes within me

You resolve my actions, my inspirations, and my fate

In silence my heart lives with the resonance of you

I am without yearning, without need, without envy

You are my celebrated days and the buoyancy of my nights

Embracing you as your childhood nightmares come out to play

Your difficulties are my battle to fight vigorously and without fear

Respecting you with admiration, tender yet strong

Lead me to your well of blue water, to the dark and cloudy skies of warmth

Take me to the mountains and juniper trees 

Take me to where it is that your smile breathes life, a place of comfort

Take me, for you are my best reason for existence,

You are my love, my life, my siege of ultimate happiness


Digital art and poetry by debi shadow

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She is defenseless in her innominate mask.

Literary profundity intensifies her awareness, passion and wisdom.

Her pain, completely recognized, is unsympathetic and combative

And yet, she weeps at the sight of anguish

This insatiable poet’s love has countless tribulations...

She will envy your significance and despise your deficiency.

Devoted to convictions that in time no longer hold true.

Her fear of being exploited is parallel to her desire to love.

A constant need to be surrounded by feigned aficionados...

persuades her self-manipulated disguise to be her most intimate bond.

Consequently, I can only love her for what she is not.

My truth of her lies far beyond an invincible shield,

Her reality...

Is in the palm of her hands,

And with the touch of her heart she will give it all away.


Dedicated to my friend Mindy -- copyright 2006 - debi shadow

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