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The Three Faces of Love
Bethl

For years I thought
 1
my love
 2
would be a man of art,  who’d play
 3
his notes on strings of light,
 4
who’d catch me in his ivory
 5
locks and sound the music
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I had missed.
 7
 
 
Or perhaps he’d be
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a scattered soul,
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with streaming hair
 10
pulled way back and
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with strokes of passion
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on his canvas, paint a
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a fortress in which
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I might hide.
 15
 
 
Still then he’d have a
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brooding mind of great
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reflection, deep
 18
and kind, stenciling
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truths and revelations
 20
on unbending scrolls of
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silk.
 22
 
 
How could I know
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that you would be
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the consummation
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of all three, who’d
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whisk their silhouettes
 27
with laughter and bind
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my spirit to your
 29
heart.
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7 Feb 08

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nice poem
 — weps

Adorable. I have yet to find one of those faces. Congrats on getting all three. Nicely written.
 — Porcelain_Lo

very perceptive
 — unknown

you should identify yourself
 — unknown

nice.
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 — fractalcore

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