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Love Of A Different KindWhen I think of how fate > brought us together, > I think of ships passing in the night, > almost becoming one space. > That's how I see us, my dear friend. > We are circling round, coming near; > yet not near enough to touch, > to meet. It is not that > we do not share a love. The love > we share is the strong bond > of friendship. So, though > we may never quite touch lives, > we are sailing upon the same sea. > We are reaching for the same destiny. > If in this life, a friend is all > that you will ever be > that will be enough to last > until we meet one day in... > the destination that only God can see. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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