Love Becomes Me
With soft seconds passing bye and she still curled in the cold dark corner A soft breeze of silence clouds the room making it hard to breath a word And yet the room seems to crunch together as a folding piece of paper that brings the ends together With a kiss of passion beyond the walls of the world beyond the creation of their lives Only to pull away With him still holding her that of a simple touch And the room will straighten back again keeps them apart forever of the beating heart She can still taste the warm and tranquility of his lips He consumed the rich love that is her spirit So what is left to say or do but just the words I love You
© 1999 Copyright Jennifer Durkee
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