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4/09/2009

The Song of True Romance

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Awakened we are to a rose hewed dawn, with
Feelings deep – deeper than ocean currents carry.
Our hearts sing a tale, merrily sung along,
Hearkening our souls to listen – and to tarry.

Such passion -- greater than fevered ocean’s storm,
What will become of thy precious lovers creed;
Shall practical matters take thee into reign,
Leaving you breathless, without a moments heed?

Our fingers always touch -- softly laughing -- delighting to be near,
Speaking words of lovers’ dreams as nuzzling birds at roost;
Bodied souls flow in accord, enamored unity replete,
Whence does sensibility find words? It cannot be set loose.

Alas the world demands its dues, survival bears such cost,
But know my love beneath it all lives sweetest consonance,
As we share scant precious days we’re granted on this earth,
Our hearts will sing a lovers song -- the song of true romance.

by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright 2009 Rodney Crater

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