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Keep writing. I am 39 now—I started writing when I was 17. I know exactly how you feel. I have love poems, some beautiful ones—but only words to show for it. Foe those like you and me, if poems come from pain & love un-gained, then I hope our hands are one day silenced—and we begin to live our dreams.

 I know my inspiration—she is ever elusive.

I'll put this on on for you, cause you liked my other one.

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“One Desire”

Inspire, Inspire, my one desire

I know your name so sweet

You are my passion, you are my fire

We are one word, one beat

You make words leap out from my mouth

You don't even have to try

Only you can make me cry

You're inspire

Of your warm love and sweet caress

Your soft, still voice and sweet embrace

And all I see within your face

I will never tire

You've set my heart on fire

You inspire

Inspire, Inspire, my one desire

I know your name so sweet

Our passion burns just like a fire

Our passion burns so deep

And when I am with you ~ my love

My love with yours competes

And when I inquire of your heart

Your reply makes mine complete

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