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A Love Poem
A place in the heart a space in the heart
even after aeons of waves agains stone
still remembering what love feels like
I still believe in love at first sightstill believe in soul mates and fate
a hopeless romantic in my heart of hearts
although a practitioner of the dark arts
one touch of your fingertips forever imprintsintense intents within the heart’s starts
to breathe every breath as belief
after so long how can I still believe
in the phantom limb the amputee can perceive***
Cipher
Pohms
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Walter and Kristeen1 Comment-
The phantom limb analogy is perfect. Logically we know it’s not there, but our minds, our hearts, our souls still feel it’s there.
Great work.
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