For Elizabeth in the Middle
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I see your kindness from the inside looking out
Wearing a tender smile on a most beautiful face
Time has gone in times past
But still kindness lingers in this easy place
On soft words worn by fragile looks from a woman
Who has run and won her race
Not in any absurd way or fashion but
In proof that she is who she says she is
She is woman, she is my woman.
If I love her any more than I do
I am certain my heart would explode.
There would be nothing left of me
But to tie me to that forbidden tree
Or so I am lead to believe
In our charades of Adam and Eve.
Hurry my love, be gentle my darling
Come with me into eternity
I promise not to hold you back
My love will hold us up far into the light
Come my darling love me tonight.
Be mine and only mine, let me love you.
Article submitted Tuesday, October 18, 2011 & read 1 times.
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