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| LOVING PAIN |
| She teased me, with a loving distance, her aura of aloof, breaking down my resistance. She came close, then waved goodby, just to come back, to watch me cry. She kissed me with, the passion of loves intent, leaving me to wonder, where our love had went. Though she says she loves me, I wonder why, she leaves me, alone to cry. With no touch of tenderness, to ease my pain, no loving eyes to light, the fires of passionate love again. by Donald L Holmes |