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By: E. Wayne Faught May 25, 2007   I long to forever look into your eyes as tears wash the windows of your soul Assuring me that your heart is mine from now until time forever rolls. Your precious eyes beckon my heart, calling for it to be calm and still  Wanting me complete, not shattered in parts. With a passion, I say, “I will.” Speak to my soul, sweet, calling eyes for after you I forever yearn. No longer will I chase uttered h...

By: E. Wayne Faught May 25, 2007 If I could forever look into your eyes as tears wash the windows of your soul assuring me that your heart is mine From now until time for ever rolls. Your precious eyes beckon my heart They call for it to be calm and still Wanting me complete, not shattered in parts. With a passion, I speak, “I will.” Speak to my soul, sweet, calling eyes For after you I forever yearn. No longer will I chase hollow uttered hollow lies ...

By: E. Wayne Faught May 25, 2007 If I could forever look into the eyes as tears wash the windows of your soul assuring me that your heart is mine From now until time for ever rolls. Those precious eyes beckon my heart They call for me to be calm and still They want me complete, not in part. My voice cries from the hills. “I will.” Speak to my soul, sweet, calling eyes For after you I will forever yearn. No longer chasing spoken, hollow lies You will teach me. From you I ...

Withdrawn, I review my distant past Pondering loves that did not last I felt to be a cause that was lost Discarding caution; careless of cost My soul became a hollow labyrinth I felt wasted. My life, over spent As the night greets the sun So my soul enraptured by one, A loving muse. Sing to my soul A song of love only we know A song eliciting love and lust Reveal your loins and your bust After dawn light breaks forth And my seed had been poured Drying sweat, salty yet sweet Exhausted bodies a...

Craddled clothes held tightly to her chest Moist sheets laying underneath her head His scent craved by her every breath Her longing is met by a stark reality "He will never come back home to me." Her tears flow like a flooded stream Reaching for more clothes. No, his scent Anger and crushing pain is deeply pent Within her interior. She is spent. Death is a sure and obscure foe Who will usher a shattering woe To us all; the young and the old The agony brings knees to chest Coping is what someo...