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By pyrocat
to bask in loves grace for but a few sparce moments to lay covered in his secure arms to hear him whiper it back by the stove, by the stove in such sweet creation and mists and feeling and joy; all in one simple phrase: "i love you" i love you. how can it be? how it could be oh what bliss never have i thought after warm passions, how can i reveal? this germ in my heart, this pain in my soul by the stove, by the stove so strong a word; but so eager to be said i mean it. i can't beleive... safe in his warm arms... whispering and forgeting doubt nestled in his indescribable power what power he now has, now that he has my love. by the stove, by the stovewhat do you all think: should the first line be, " to bask in loves embrace?" it would desribe it more accuratly. this is how i originally wrote it though, so i'll prolly leave it the way it is. enjoy! :) Written October 31st, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 02:01 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"to bask in loves grace..."