Beautiful.
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greenstormI believe this is by 'Pablo Neruda'? Yanked off greatpoets.
...Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
...Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
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Date: 2004-09-02 08:20 am (UTC)I can relate with that easily. I've written my share of prose before in my life.
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Date: 2004-09-02 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-02 02:40 pm (UTC)*gasp* this is beautiful stuff.
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Date: 2004-09-02 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-02 03:04 pm (UTC)