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Everyone dreams of love. It is a connection to another's soul. Love immortal and true, I love one. He may not be my true love. But this poem is what I believe will be when I find the one and end my search. Thanks for reading.

My Lover

© Annabelle Sears

I lay in the arms of my Lover
Dreaming of what we have yet to discover
As I stare into his eyes
My heart cries
What is this feeling?
This feeling of revealing
My love for you
Who knew
Who knew I would fall so fast
You my first and last
Innocent as it is
I lay in his
His arms again
Forever I will remain
As we begin to uncover
With my one true Lover

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Published: 5/15/2014

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We two form a multitude

- Ovid

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

- Aristotle