Friday, July 1, 2011


I am not yours nor are you mine
We cannot own love
Though I see it when I look at you; it shines
In your eyes like starlight from above

Love like ours is rare and set apart
From the plebeian masses
Your whisper threads my heart of hearts
Every common medium it surpasses

But I do not own you or you me
Love is neither master nor a slave
Though I would share with you quite willingly
The very best of anything I have


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