I held myself too open, I forgot
that outside not just things exist and animals
fully at ease in themselves, whose eyes
reach from their lives' roundedness no differently
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How anyone disliked this poem, I don't know. You must not understand love.
For I don't think back; all that I am
stirs me because of you.
That rings true in my spirit! I've been in love since I was a child-there was nothing before my love. Every thought in my being holds that influence! To read the words of one individual that holds so much respect, regard, admiration, and love for another. He did well.
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How anyone disliked this poem, I don't know. You must not understand love. For I don't think back; all that I am stirs me because of you. That rings true in my spirit! I've been in love since I was a child-there was nothing before my love. Every thought in my being holds that influence! To read the words of one individual that holds so much respect, regard, admiration, and love for another. He did well.