Emma Atkinson

Do you ever think of me?
Does my shadow ever pierce your dreams,
And do we walk along the fields of your mind
As we do in mine?
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My Love,
Do you love me not?
Are your thoughts of me as fickle as the autumn wind
That tangles in my hair,
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My Love, you are the sun,
By you is day begun,
And night, gentle night,
Made ever more precious
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Oh, that you would kiss me,
Feel your lips like honey on mine.
But it seems that could never be,
Like a hope that springs up with the dusk,
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I am fire, indiscriminate, intense,
Light both blinding and immense.
My flames lick over pain, healing,
My thoughts the embers
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I look to the moon, inconstant that she is,
And ask her why I fell for the sun.
I ask her why she hasn't the curtesy to chase all thoughts of him away
When it is her shift that has begun.
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Where lilac rivers rush
Through clouds of candy brush...
Where the sapphire sky sings,
And silver meadows dance...
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To find solace in another's smile,
To see your own reflection in their eyes,
A mirror polished by love,
To be lulled to sleep by their sighs
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In a golden ray of sun,
Dancing over earth and sky,
There am I.
With the birds,
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My love is an ocean,
Rhythmic and constant as the waves,
Each breath a tide of emotion,
That either strands or saves.
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I feel the melancholy of the rain,
As if it were my very soul crying.
It is a dull, pounding sort of pain,
And from it I am dying.
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I don not know why I love you, only that I do,
And that my whole being longs to unite with yours,
As the hollow conch longs for the distant shores,
Forever echoing its wish,
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I want you to want me,
Want me so much it hurts,
And once you can't bear the burn,
Know that that is how much I love you.
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I cannot bear the thought of sleep.
I haven't the heart to eat
When all I think of is you.
You stole my heart away,
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My heart is not mine anymore,
Nor my thoughts my thoughts.
I have given them away, released them into the wild,
And they soar
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You come to me like winter rain,
Sudden and terribly beautiful,
So stunning it makes my heart seize with pain,
To think, to hope at what your presence will bring,
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If I were to close my eyes,
Breathe you in,
Not knowing where
Your heartbeat ends
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I don't want to be in love,
But I am.
My heart is a bursting dam
I am trying so hard to contain.
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Call me pretty.
I know I'm not,
But if you say it,
I'll believe you.
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Dearest, sweetest woman,
You are the heart that forged me,
And in your arms I have grown.
It is your voice, your touch, your laugh
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