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Jay Aguiniga

Rookie - 63 Points (Scottsbluff Nebraska)

Its No Secret


The fragrance, in the air
Is the scent of a tropical candle, breeze.
Swinging is the bag of Gap.
Your happiness is the gap,
That gaps my inner soul.
Your smile so pristine,
We move about, our eyes connect,
I stand amazed.
You enter Victoria Secrets.
It seems the world can see our secret.
But without a doubt,
It’s no secret that you love me.
In the middle of the walk way
An older couple snuggle.
Pure love aged.
It’s not by chance that their in love.
Time may past,
But the present is our time.
A chance too live,
The chance, to live the dance.
Tomorrow when awakened,
I hope to find, the dreams that
Are not taken,
will become ours to take.
The road together,
doesn’t seem so long.
But long enough to know,
How much I long for you.

Submitted: Saturday, October 25, 2008

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  • Bronze Star - 6,774 Points * Sunprincess * (7/1/2014 11:34:00 AM)

    .............a beautiful tribute to love....I agree love should never be a secret....enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie The BoOgsin (10/25/2008 10:57:00 PM)

    i like the way u toyed with 'gap' and 'secret'
    very creative. very intense as well. really good read! ! ! =) (Report) Reply

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