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Yes, living mortally is often painful; no disagreement there...
Loving is not the cause. I believe it is the due extracted from being on this plane, from learning the art of sharing with other souls. If we absorb what we are taught, then Love is elevated, perfected into healing our wounds. I know this probably sounds like so much flowery gobbledy-gook to many people, but I've carried away a furthering of wisdom from every twist of relationship I've experienced. And still been able to open to the gift of Love; I'm not saying this in a superior, know it all manner. Took me a long time to realize, to heal, to not blame that four lettered direction. And I wounded myself deeper until I did become aware.
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PoetRaye
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May 19, 2007
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Thank you so much, Mary..yes, I think and hope I understand..
Sometimes I lose sight, but never true heart. Your words uplift! I will be visiting soon.
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PoetRaye
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Re: LustorLove..
life is love and with life there is pain, with any kind of love there is the pain behind it
Don't take me wrong but with love in any form for a child, a parent, a lover, a mate there is always pain. My pleasure
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lustorlove
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May 19, 2007
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Thank you, Drohan
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PoetRaye
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May 19, 2007
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Loving is beautiful; no matter what happens, my memories are solid gold
recordings forever in motion. Thank you Dear Justi and Thank you for reaching out via e mails.
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PoetRaye
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May 19, 2007
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LustorLove..
I believe Love, in any form, is a gift from the purity of God. Human hearts and flesh too often misunderstand, attempt to reshape and taint the intent of the emotion, which is acceptance, forgiveness, unconditionality. Like spraying perfume on a bouquet of wild flowers, we scent to please overreaching senses, instead of simply enjoying phenomenon of the fragrance. Ego, pride, jealousy, greed - mortal rents of Love. I try to remember this, but I have been guilty of creating dust.
Thank you for reading, commenting! 
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PoetRaye
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May 19, 2007
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mortal scent
if that isnt pain from lost of the love you want then what is it if not hurt?
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lustorlove
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May 19, 2007
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RaeS - BRAVA!
No, love does not hurt us. We hurt ourselves. So many don't understand this concept. I'm so proud to know you and that you truly understand this! I'm sorry I missed this when you posted it....... I've been busy with CorbinDallas, take a peek in my blog and I think you'll smile. I'm pretty sure you will..........
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FoliageGold
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May 19, 2007
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SO BEAUTIFUL AND FULL OF WARMTH RaeS
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drohan254
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May 19, 2007
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RaeS
Beautiful Love does not hurt indeed. Sometimes the loved hurts. Just snuggle in Papa God's lap and go to sleep and let Him soothe your furrowed brow. Good night dear lady.
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Justi
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May 18, 2007
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Catching up on comments tonight; hopes for tomorrow to be lighter
and a bit freer; plan to read and comment on all of you lovely people/friends/writers divine again. Shortly, sweet release of sleep; finally deep and healing will be sought. It's been awhile.
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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Most appreciated, Afzal
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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Thanks so much, Troosha!
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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Hello my Love, Thank You..
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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I agree, MM...Thank you
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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Thanks, Tony
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PoetRaye
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May 18, 2007
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YOu are absolutely correct - "love does's hurt us"
Very passsionate and touching poem.
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afzal50
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May 18, 2007
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Rae
Love it! ... and you're absolutely right - "love doesn't hurt us".
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Troosha
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May 18, 2007
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Heartfelt rhythms, Number One...well-illustrated!
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_teddypoet_
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May 18, 2007
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It's a pretty poem.
And, personally, I agree. Lust is the far more dangerous emotion.
Why do you build me up (build me up), Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around
And then worst of all (worst of all) you never call, baby
When you say you will (say you will) but I love you still
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Mademoiselle
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May 18, 2007
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Hello Rae - most attractively done - some great lines and images!
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Antonionioni
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May 18, 2007
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