The presence

April 29, 2009
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When you are gone,
it is and empty mass,
a broken piece,
something missing,
When you are here,
it is alive,
it is moving,
it is bright,
ever since I met you,
it has been my life sorce,
my motor,
my encouragement,
there is no word for it,
nothing to pin it down,
but it flies and makes wonders,
the presence,
the pure happiness and bliss,
the best I can do to name it,
is you.

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Batwoman said...
May 6, 2009 at 11:27 pm
That was so amazing you definitely have a gift keep writing
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