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    Body Language

    Slowly walking closer their eyes meet
    The soft beat of two hearts repeat
    Their hands become one, melting into eachother
    Both are in love but care for another
    Their lips touch, eyes close, passion grows
    She turns down the bed, he turns down the light
    A soft love without saying goodnight
    In the morning they'll sleep, still fused
    Still together, with dreams aimed for the better
    Holding on to moments, but still wanting to make them
    Given a chance, nothing can break them.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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