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breath taking

the essence of the mountain; i'm standing on it,
our ecstasy, it captures love's atonement
love...,can't buy...sell it or loan it

purpose in this life, you know you want it,
love's like blood, it's death's opponent
it flows through your veins and arteries, don't it?
but when you're cut, it burns like alcohol on it

all the bads and the blames it's time we own it,
prayers without words, sighs and groanings
your spirit torn open, my soul is mourning
but love's in the midst of the painful moments

making love, is more than moves and moaning
it's the spirit interlocking of man and woman
the soul's always searching and constantly roaming
but true love is only made when souls are growing.

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  1. lorelyFebruary 25, 2011 at 2:39 PM

    Thankful that love is in the midst of the painful moments...I needed that reminder...just browsing through blogs and I saw yours...I too am grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ. "Be ye transformed...today" Bless you Edward as you continue to walk in the path...

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