This was written back on August 10 2007.....

no real info otherwise about this piece..... This though was one of the first pieces that i had written since 2000 just so people are aware...

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You say love as if it was some borrowed, broken emotion; but that’s not what I remember.

On those long summer nights, those nights where even the sun had retreated from its own heat, and the moon refused to show her face to bask in what remained, we laid there;

Laid there in nothing more then our sighs, and our smiles, curled up with contentment, between each in spite of our skin sticking together. Holding closely to each other as we lay in the grass behind that house.

No breeze to make it cooler, no dew to quench our thirsts, With only the sounds of our hearts rising, ringing, making music in time.

Our Sweat trying to cool our brows as we danced to the music our hearts were singing.

We dreamed of what the next day, week, month and year would bring.

We said that our love could take a house and make it a home…. But now, that home lay broken, battered and blue. Funny, my heart feels that way too.

Words flow out, not in understandable phrases but in rough images, crude memories of those wonderful, warm evening nights.

But even now, the sun rises, light breaks just like fragile memories. Like panes of glass, memories end.

Heat increases and light blinds; no longer are we curled about each other.

All I wanted was that night to last forever… mostly so that when you said “I love you” It meant something more then that broken emotion

I wanted it to always be true.