Slave to Love
By skinner_jennifer
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The wind blows your name...
alone to resist is not feasible,
your virtuosity entrancing me,
how I long for a cup of your
charm and grace...for a deliriously
intoxicated mortal such as I am.
Though perilous the journey measured,
you will be mine...as we alone take the
punishment...it is not enough that pending
quarrels leave little time for wondering...
my future already imminent...you alone
can pacify this fearful prophesy...precious
little favour did we receive from kindred,
love sealed...but not accepted but for the oracle.
My angel...as we follow out heart...let not the
sands of time run out, for in life and in death,
the four winds blow the flames of our passion,
casting our memory...we will not be forgotten.
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"for a
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'the four winds blow the
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I think this is a corker
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Hello
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Brilliant Jenn- a very
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I missed this one, till just
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Love it! Especially love
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What a wonderful poem,
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Hi Jenny :) Hope your not to
Keep Smiling
Keep Writing xxx
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Good morning, this poem is
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