shadowed love
the fever is gone
nightmares fleeing
the tears ceasing their fall
my head stops swimming
his arms around me
safe and warm
my love is no longer in the shadows
but my poetry suffers on
hearing the good and the bad
of my life and his life
our lives in twinning
forever to spin together
ever to endure eternity
to over come obsticales
and my poetry
will tell the tale of our love
forever
as long as someone wants to read
raven deshoulieres Community Member 
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