Tag poem unedited, topic by BeeBoxr 12.19.04
DreamsbyDay: Why come to me and tell me, You're in love?
DreamsbyDay: There's nothing of my temperament you know
DreamsbyDay: you touch a hand as cold as any glove
DreamsbyDay: expecting warmth from nothingness to grow
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: In every face there is a hint of pain
DreamsbyDay: your smile reveals more than you care to tell
DreamsbyDay: your protests to the contrary in vain
DreamsbyDay: True love means, understanding all too well
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: the obvious conclusion ,isn't clear
DreamsbyDay: this puzzle lies in century's of games
DreamsbyDay: don't waste my time with sentiments of cheer
DreamsbyDay: we've barely yet acknowledged other's name...
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: So love arrives again you say, well, think
DreamsbyDay: before you taste more poison, know your drink.
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: .
DreamsbyDay: end
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