True Love
Posted on Apr 16th, 2008
by
forrest
what i do when
i can't do
anything.
who am i when i forget
who i
am.
what is left when
the poem is
ended.
what is felt and not
described.
what is known
but not said.
I once thought it clever to be clever...
love is never winning
and never losing
love is the moon that
remembers who it is
again
and
again.
love
remembers
who
we
are.
i can't do
anything.
who am i when i forget
who i
am.
what is left when
the poem is
ended.
what is felt and not
described.
what is known
but not said.
I once thought it clever to be clever...
love is never winning
and never losing
love is the moon that
remembers who it is
again
and
again.
love
remembers
who
we
are.

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