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With your soft lips
Would you dare
Speak of it
Oh tell me that
Wildest of things
You desire knowing
A single spark of it
Be setting you on fire
Once inside caged
With it would be
Enough just to
Feel it's touch
Would you
You pet it hoping
To tame it
Get to know it
So you might name it
Oh and what about you
That for so long
You've heard it
Growl and roar
But never did
You answer no
Didn't even stir
So how long
Will you deny
Those parts of you
That tingle and purr
Every time you
Hear me growl
Every time you
Hear me roar

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Oh Mary.... you are the sweetest of persons. How anybody, especially you, could think they missed anything saddens me. I wasn't, to the best of my knowledge, giving out any messages... and I have always received support, encouragement and love from you and so many other, in good times and in bad. And am bowled over by it now! Thank you, you dear friend. t xxxxxxxx
Sweet poem for Tara, Mary, I think it was very sudden that she went into hospital, so it takes a while for things to become known to everyone. We wish her well indeed. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Wishing you peace, Mary. I'm sure Tara knows in her heart how much she means to you. Beautiful poem.
Often a man or woman gives little importance to him or herself when he or she is of great value for others therfore live for others, good poem take core of yourself.