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Monday, September 6, 2010

Love Sweet Insanity

Love is sweet insanity
The irrational act
Of giving your heart
To another to cherish
Or have it returned
To you broken

Such madness creates a song
Inspires the hand of a painter
Touches the soul to write a poem
Moves the body in dance

It matters not if love soars
Or crashes to the depths
The heart will take the risk
That for a moment or forever
It might know the touch
Of exquisite passion

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