Good,good loving...

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Its nice to be in love,its even nicer to be loved;no doubt.One feels light,free and happy.But again this beautiful thing can injure one so bad especially if its not working and one of you is putting in more than the other.
I dont know much about it but I have met it and it was heavenly.
Please catch these lines,enjoy and if you can appreciate..
To and for Grace.
its been a long long time
got this message for you girl
but it seems I was never on time
still I wanna get through to you girl
on time..(on time)..
I want to give you some love.
Bob marley.(Turn your lights down low)

STILL
UNTIL A DRUM IS STRUCK;
IT ISNT A DRUM.
UNTIL A FLUTE IS BLOWN;
IT ISNT A FLUTE.
AND UNTIL THESE WORDS ARE UTTERED,
THEY REMAIN BUT ARMOPHOUS BITS OF MY MEMORY.
SO I WILL HAVE THEM RYTHIMICALLY LEAVE MY MIND
THROUGH MY TONGUE TO CONVEY SENSE.

I WANT TO TELL YOU THIS,
SIMPLE AND STRAIGHT.
THAT I STILL NEED YOU,HOWEVER LONG IT SEEMS
MY GRIP STARVES FOR SO DEARLY
AND MY MIND IS GROWING OBESE
FOR HAVING NO ONE TO SHARE IT WITH.
WHAT IS HAPPENING,WE HAVE THE LEAST CONTROL OVER
BUT ITS TAKING PLACE PAINFULLY AND BEAUTIFULLY...

If you have got good loving with you,kindly treasure it jealously.
PEACE!

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