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Love Without a Kiss

Love without a kiss 
succumb before it’s missed
Stung by Cupid’s bliss 
And hung by ropes of trist

Did but never do
Trust but never true 
All colours except 
pink and blue

A rainbow never mean
Hiding behind the senes
A drop of water.. Lost at sea
Hives with no bees 

Reaper with out a sickle 
Death is just a tickle
Love is never simple
Married without a temple

Carried but not held  
Side by side in hell
Apart of a bigger well
No water for the pail 

Sail with out the wind
Voice that’s never sings
Joined with out a ring 
But the bell will always ding

 

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Edward Williams

Thank you Simon it’s meant to be abstract but with a definit general feeling I hope it served the purpose

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Rose Sho

Sure, it served it purpose...well done!

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Rae Rae

I really like this write glad it bumped into me?

"Did but never do
Trust but never true"
" Married without a temple"
and this is my absolute favorite ...
"carried but not held"

 

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Edward Williams

Thanks Rae .. it’s about being in a relation ship without being married ( them tree lines) it’s mostly abstract but I’m pleased you poked out the ones that have reall meaning .. I want everyone to see something different lo
apretiate you stopping by 
thanks for the kind comment
Eddy

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