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    dots Submission Name: His Pleadots
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    Author: Desser
    ASL Info:    21
    Elite Ratio:    3.83 - 89/95/44
    Words: 118
    Class/Type: Poetry/Longing
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    dotsHis Pleadots
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    I watch you from above.
    A place you can't see,
    A place not ready for you,
    A place just for me.

    I wish to be with you.
    I wish for you and me.
    I know it can't work,
    But I want it to be.

    I come to you in your dreams.
    I come to you in the night.
    I hold your hand and whisper,
    "We can't give up this fight."

    I'll clip my wings,
    I'll quit my life,
    I'll do it all for you
    So you can be my wife.

    If only I were no angel,
    If I was just a man.
    I'd give you my heart, my soul
    And we'd be together again.




    Submitted on 2005-05-11 19:02:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      this was a beautiful write. i have read so many poems lately about angels and love, but this write takes the cake...mmmmmm cake.
    Great write i wouldnt change a dang thing on this one kinda wanted it to be longer but eh what can i say i cant write this well.
    thanks for the flowing poem

    ACE
    | Posted on 2005-05-21 00:00:00 | by Ace | [ Reply to This ]
      wow, only one comment. This is a really great write. Seemed like a lot of thought was put into it. So "clean cut" (for lack of a better term)

    I come to you in your dreams.
    I come to you in the night.
    I hold your hand and whisper,
    "We can't give up this fight."

    This has to be my favorite stanza. Awesome write and deffinately on my faves list.

    Blessed Be!
    | Posted on 2005-05-21 00:00:00 | by Sarah Leger | [ Reply to This ]
      i have to say that this was great it gave me the chills. that's a good thing. this is very original aswell. i really liked this one of yours. great work keep them comeing. wow this was amazing great all i can say is that it hit me right in the heart it is going in to my favs. great work lia
    | Posted on 2005-05-11 00:00:00 | by lili | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh-ho, powerful ending my friend. I honestly didn't see that one coming and that's exactly what makes this piece so genious, you should be very proud of yourself for thinking up of such a creative idea. Very deep and moving...
    | Posted on 2005-06-15 00:00:00 | by gavinspikenard | [ Reply to This ]


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