The Moment I Fell In Love

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    The Moment I Fell In Love

    At the dawn of the day, I stare out my window hoping to see your face.
    Yet you never come.
    Near the amber rays of the sunset, I long for your touch,
    Yet you never come.
    At the festive of the stars burning lights, I long for your kiss,
    Yet you never come.
    Another day begins and tears cascade down my chin,
    as I place each tear in a bottle, I reflect on your face
    Is it too late to love, or be loved
    Suddenly my path becomes clear, as you walk yet closer, but not nearer enough for me to touch
    I think of you always, and dream of you continuously,
    of the day and the moment I fell in love.

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    babydean commented on The Moment I Fell In Love

    06-19-2009

    as I place a tear ina bottle, very beatiful, your very talnted I really admire your work, really don't know what to say but touching
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    BDIsernhagen commented on The Moment I Fell In Love

    06-05-2009

    beautiful beautiful beautiful! you are a very talnted poet, and I look forward to reading more of your work!
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    MiZZUndER commented on The Moment I Fell In Love

    06-04-2009

    I feel you on this I have had those days and damn sure son't miss them. too many tears I have share over LOVE......
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    Nequa commented on The Moment I Fell In Love

    06-03-2009

    awww tht is so sweet. and cute all at the same time. also i use to be like this but now i dont have to be just basicly going wit what u got which is good stuff.
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    hydrovirgx commented on The Moment I Fell In Love

    05-30-2009

    nice i like it. i can see the pic of you on the window.can i ask you what time was it when you wrote. or and what season was it then. its good to know this things. just to feel the moment.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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