one day she took wing
urged by a broken angel
to soar skies of love
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they look at my words
all that anyone can see
poet anonymous
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restless all these years
bound punished and degraded
by family and friends
then love she'd never known
in forms she had not dared dream
was shown her by a master
the velvet restraints
seemed to be just made for her
his arms her safest place
so she entered into love
gave herself to gain it all
he already wished for her
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she is a true muse
words of love trust and desire
given me to use
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do not be ashamed
to profess the love you feel
in honest open words
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i keep watch for you
the muse who speaks from her heart
longing to touch you
to be touched by you
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will you be my words
images that fill my mind
rhythm that drives me
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i will write of you
though our names have never met
and we love alone
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our small universe
two leaves on the same tree
doomed to never meet
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the words you have caused
love stories you've inspired
starring you and me
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love lay beside her
in the dirt and mud
her treasure disdained
by one who should
hove loved her,
but left her...
another lifted her
cherished her
eternal gift
in the chapel
of his heart
the love chambers
of their bodies
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once woke beside love
so long that place is empty
only filled with dreams
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opens her pages
begging me to write my words
her nectar my ink
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i've long lived with dreams
reality passed me by
and you left as well
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tried to give you love
but despite freedom offered
i was not your dream
-----
gave all that i could
asked so little in return
got much less than that
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i dreamed of a muse
who understood my need for her
who urged me to love her
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poet and his dream
never met but we became
the greatest lovers
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stripped of her heavy armor
stinking wet with fear and tears
naked to his loving arms
safe here she can weep
safe here she can be herself
safe here she can leave
that terrible world behind
safe here in his loving arms
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love's about secrets
not those hidden but shared
proudly and with trust
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i have quit hoping
much too old to have such dreams
but still they come
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i've spent life alone
amidst crowds and gaiety
wandered like a ghost
Donovan Baldwin
Beautiful thoughts bundled up with a bow - lovely!