David
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Loving you was like grazing through a field
of the brightest flowers
Smiling relentlessly
Kissing fervently
Dancing shamelessly
On Holy Ground.
I had offered the Heavens
But you chose to keep my Light hidden
Till our petals caved in
The Earthquake dismantled every thing
And I stood alone on the Plains of Sharon wondering:
Would roses bloom again?
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Beshert​
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If we are not to be, will you spend forever trying to recreate?
If I search but never find
Fall but never rise
Would we still call ours' "lovers' fate?"
If I leave my doors open
Set a table in your presence and satisfy
Even then
Would you remain steadfast by my side?
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Or will I, as Sisyphus,
Spend eternities brushing off the ashes
From loving you?
Retrace my lips
Erase your touch
Longing for a destiny that was
Like pushing an impenetrable weight up the tallest mountain
Only to tumble down at sunset
And surrender to a Passion
That leaves the heart barren
On the Plains of dead roses.