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Forbidden Love

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Executive		gorgeous Peter BenHeine, on November 25, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Guest		Fields of Love Fields of love Your heart with its longing Distance glows from above In our day and becoming Fields of gold Every dream to its high Freshly moments to hold Never again to die Fields to last And bringing its glow around Dreams to gentleness cast Those are all inside found Love is treasures never going Filling the years on Fields of touch in its glowing Never from us gone Fields of togetherness Their moments to touch Taking away life’s bitterness And affecting us much Whatever it is we’re made from From snow to earth dark tin Wherever its colors blossom Love is its truest within Freedom to all! Peter S Quinn (85.197.227.36), on November 25, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Guest		The style really caught my attention. It seems to be kind of a fusion from different influences but it really works. There's certain underlying emotional tension which feels a little dark, perhaps a bit sinister to me. Marvin (24.137.193.18), on April 04, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Member		Is it forbidden because they both have no pupils or because one is pregnant ? mil, on April 04, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

Member		classic style and very funny by the title:) nick lopez, on April 04, 2008 [report post] [quote] [reply]

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Torn

By Melissa Farrell

Should darkness hold and keep this time
apart from all I've held as mine,
what light and smile does future hold
unless I shift and do as told?

And if I choose to hold my way,
refuse to bend nor think nor sway,
will all you've kept as strong and true
descend to die and rot in you?

Answer, love, if you may speak,
and tell me if you think me weak
in choice to cast love to its grave
for care of one whose lips I crave..

What path to take, how far to turn?
Two hearts impaled, and one to burn.
Oh, endless thought of choice and need;
who shall I wound and leave to bleed?

(The poem appeared on voicesnet.org)