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Can Saints Really Fly?

Can Saints Really Fly?

 
Oh Heart oh Heart be loved?
are you shy?
do you hide?
love is harder to forget
than to recall
more seldom than a tear is wet
less common than a moonlit night?
oh Heart oh Heart be loved?
are you shy?
do you hide?
there are many ways to write about love
and much has been written by the greats
but isn't it so damn poetic?
the very words that really are
 the be all or end all of love
are simply the words, we don't say yet we mean?
&
the things we say yet are untrue?
leaving the very concept of love
up in the air.

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Marion

An intricate write Shirley and excellent read. Love... which should be the easiest emotion in the world to feel and express often becomes the most jagged and jumbled parts of us keeping us busy for the rest of our lives... trying to put the damage done
into some kind of order x

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dearest Marion, such a beautiful heart you do have. 🌹 

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Jac Fables

A most poetic Verse. Lovely Story of True Love. Jacques. 💕

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you dear B.S not so much a story but infinity of love. ❤️ 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

No they don't...

The Angels drive them crazy...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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Shirley Harrison

They do, we just need the gift of a magnificent imagination to see it, some obviously just don't have that gift.  lol 😆

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