Interpretations of Love

March 9, 2009
Her love is silence
washed over me
tender thoughts kept inside
harsch words spoken maliciously
a bitter substitute
drowns me

His love is pain
beaten on to me
until love and pain
become one to me

But your love, true love
replenishes me
it is heaven sent,
you show me what love
is meant to be.

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