About the Poem
Love grips like a vice and never lets go until the day that you let go. Love is what you make of it.
Mirror Me |
| by Nicole Choiniere |
| My soul reflects yours and transcends all doubts. Creating an infinite love our passionate feelings intertwine with the common thread found inside the linings of our hearts. This filament could never be stretched or torn unless the burdens of the outside world were to intervene. Love has no mercy for those who seek it. Let the angels guide us through the labyrinth of our minds. Shadows of ardor silhouette our hearts and drench our souls with elated bliss. Love is a canvas painted by God and simply embroidered with our imaginations. |
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3 Visitor Comments
Feuervogel
wonderful!
maria
this poem is really good. if i had a b-f then i would so delcated to him
Charles
Thank you! You have taken what my Heart feels and turned that into some very beautiful words.
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