Love by pb Hill Love, He has not known me.

Lust, his baby sister, has kicked and bitten me more than once His fraternal twin brothers, Pain and Anger, have corrupted my permissive intima cy But Love, He has not known me. Love, He has not Except for solute, on But Love, He has not known me. the fairytales of my heart where many players have whispered in, irre wistful days and hastened away, known me.

Love, He has not known me. His kindness is a spent dream inspired by the tractable memory of childhood's guardless passions and fearless clenching. But Love. He has not known me. Love, He has not known me. And i have not known him.

Love, i have not known him. Nor has he seen the years wasted away on my wrinkled spirit. Time tracks itself, but my heroic quest transcends it. Still Love, He has not known me. Love, i have not Nor have i Nor has he Yet Love, He has not known him. felt the fidelity of his forever embrace returned. seen the purity of splintered soul's strength. known me.

Love, i have not known him. Nor does the searching seeking ever cease despite the odds. For love will always be the last place i choose to look. And Love, He has not known me. Love, i have not known him. And i drive myself toward this pristine reward given to the faithful, honorable,

and undeserving a like. My commitment teaches me reaching patience. Though Love, He has not known me, The somedays He can are slipping by.

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