Persistence of passion

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The un-earthly pleasure of dreaming may seem to be somewhat overly since considering the point of its origin as our instinct. The fact of such thoughts cloud our mind with ignorance and naive-ness, but we all know what is forbidden is all that is beautiful. Knowing the what is to love is more then the mind can imagine and only time can tell. Being able to connect in a manner to over come fear and resistance may seem to be a way for more. Fear- a strong word in vocabularies all over but can mean the heart beat, that moves only for one: which is the other. How can fear be loved? 

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Its just a persistence that only you can decipher. . . . . .

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I m but only a mortal in passion . . . . . 

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Un-even, raw and wild is all that is passion. To whom this is dedicated to is nothing far off then just the dust that lingers around your eyes. But the length of portraying such a passion seems miles and years away. Its a journey of discovery and if only the other could see these naked eyes that gazed back at those that are so resistant.

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The pleasure of me, is only for one . . . . .

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at those frank eyes of fear . . . . . . 

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Persistence is a journey for all that we all are fond, yet how invisible passion is seems to capture us in awed . . . . .

can the impossible be? and if only  . . . .

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Gazing to a distance, to the other that lingers on the thought of persistence to what is more . . . . . . . . .

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:O