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Butterfly Heart

That slight tremor at a touch
And those glazed eyes measuring
How much you possibly mean to me
And how much of the surreal
Is real

Those subtle hints of ownership
Of someone you believe
Can't be owned.
That desperation for another hug
Before time intervenes
And rips us apart.

I now live a day at a time
And count my days
As one with those filled with you
The rest
My love
I do not remember
To have ever lived.

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  1. Launna April 5, 2015 at 9:29 AM

    I remember feeling like this when I found the love of my life... I could not remember a time without him... even now that we are not together, I have a hard time remembering a time without him... beautiful words Rajesh xox

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  2. AnonymousApril 8, 2015 at 6:51 AM

    Loredana beat me to it! I love this title too. Great choice. This piece took me right back to the beginning of my relationship.

    frostonthevine.com

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  3. RajeshApril 8, 2015 at 9:04 PM

    Dear H,
    Thank you for your visit and a beautiful comment. I was in your blog. The latest entry is quite touching. I tried to figure out how to leave behind a comment... Could not. Sorry about it.

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