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Why Do I Love?

By G man767

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She that first fed my hunger with supple fluidic nourishing warmth... 'twas she that I did so love. My love was my need...fullfilled, however brief. That fertility goddess from whom I sprang... within my gaze did I recognize myself... she was my first love. Later, would I seek and find her beauties that so drew and inclined and seduced me towards her... manifested in so many kaleidescopic forms, mannerisms, ways, and... Seducing me, perhaps, was beauty's fertile promise... of rejuvenation, rebirth... as retreat from mine own mortality. For within beauty's singular expression, though brief its fertile promise, swam countless lives-- ancient, ageless...universal... dancing unborn, yet to be. Alas, what is the beauty of a rose... but every song, every face? Am I not drawn to the love of beauty by my own self-recognition somehow seen in such immortal dance... doomed ever to wonder if such vision is real or imagined? --Uncle Greg Written November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 02:57 PM PST    0 • 12 • 10

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