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I Must Say More

I must say more. I must exclaim signs and symbols. I must
Reveal heart. For life, the ache of my soul; and breath, the ache
Of my love. Upon wings, we soar—the boundless: love is the
Element of Love; and spirit, a sightless touch. I must say more.
But words are fruitless. They fail to flicker the flame. They fail
To capture love. But I must say more. I must exclaim joy and
Anguish. For love, the birth of flame; and motion, a duel force;  
And magic, a mystic gale.

I must say more. I must proclaim bone and blood. I must ope
The depth of love. For heart, an endless drug; and soul, a
Ceaseless wound. And I must say more. I must proclaim—
Spirit—a living miracle. Thus the pulse, my bleeding love;
And thus the core, my flaming scar. And I must say more, aloft
The hells. I must exclaim the pits of love. 

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piusha singh

I must say more these words are precious
I must say more this write is priceless
I must say more this song of wounded love
is not haunted ....excellent write Glenn
My 5*...

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Stephen Weyant

glenn this is brilliant!

~~ For life, the ache of my soul; and breath, the ache
 Of my love.

~~ For heart, an endless drug; and soul, a
 Ceaseless wound.

~~Thus the pulse, my bleeding love;
 And thus the core, my flaming scar

this is brilliance!

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Great write dear Glenn Marchand,

My nomination

Spirit—a living miracle. Thus the pulse, my bleeding love;
And thus the core, my flaming scar. And I must say more, aloft
The hells. I must exclaim the pits of love. 

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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