The song

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The song

Love was a story written, it followed us with age
just an empty book, written page by page
independent authors with independent pen
spilling ink into the other for solitary blend

It was a lifelong dance of four distinctive feet
trying to move together in step to a single beat
two distinct and seperate lives with individual flair
forging a single dance extracted from two pair

we were a song unfinished, two uncompleted hearts
trying to use one voice in a song that had two parts
the music played so long, it forged the dance I know
our dance is nearly over, I don't know where to go

Love is an uncompleted story, every dance will end
and each of us will know, that the other was our pen
I have unwritten pages and though my ink is gone
between the covers of my book, I can hear the song. 

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teasasue commented on The song

08-15-2009

this one says it all, it is great, you can feel the togetherness and then were it falls apart and it seems for most of us any more that is ture.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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