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Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither... more
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Rated by heandshe on Oct 13, 8:44pm
Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory ofyou. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; becauseof you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects. .
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Rated by maxine1971 on Oct 11, 11:12am
I enjoyed this because the poem is saying that because of his love for someone he now appreciates and has a love for other beautiful things. Although he can not remember everything about her there are other beautiful things that remind him of his love.
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Rated by Terwox on Oct 08, 7:13am
Terrifying.
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Rated by myturtledove on Sep 25, 9:55am
From the page: Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks, the white statues that have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects.
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Rated by aladdinsane915 on Sep 20, 8:42pm
deep words from pablo
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Rated by zoebi on Sep 16, 12:39am
Esther.... because of you
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Rated by bethechange23 on Sep 11, 11:36pm
"Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls/ I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window/ Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting stars, falling objects."
