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tears shed for love

By tigerlilly

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tears shed for love tears are the measure of a hearts true reach, when someone in love would so beseech... with prayers that our cries would strike the right chord of the fates who control these moves on the board. celestial harps are strummed by passing bright wings, gathering tears of lovers...these silvery things. the count then is tallied by a heavenly host, who sends along a message by cupid's own post. and this is a secret, between me and you... cupid's arrows are tipped with your tears silver dew. so now may your heart be at it's peaceful best, the dart has been dispatched, love does the rest.all comments and critiques welcomed Written January 23rd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 04:40 PM PST   0 • 12

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