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           The Value of “Te Amo”              Life's Lonely Path                  THE YOKE
           By Maggie Ramos                    by Stephanie Lee                    by Kristin Chemis

           We became tight                    So much is lost,                    Come to me,
           The instant are eyes met           some gay, some blue.                bring me your hurt
           Across the room we glanced         So much is lost                     and your disappointment.
           And dropped the intensity to       from me and you.                    Give me your pain
           The floor.                         We have wandered along              and I'll hold it
                                              our paths of  life,                 within me, carry it
           We had never met,                  and stumbled upon each other        for you.
           We had never been introduced       through toil and strife.            Your troubles
           There had been no need for         But that doesn't end                shall be mine,
           Our lives to cross their lines     our stroll with love.               your sadness
                                              We will remember each other         my absorption.
           I can't express “I Love You"       just as the dove.                   Blame, sacrifice,
           I haven't been taught to           Yet our lonesome paths              the weary suffering
           I can't say “Te Amo” cus           have ended today.                   —whatever you have for me—
           You haven't learned it's value.    How far can we go                   I take it.
                                              and which way, which way?           You
           At direct sight from your weak                                          are forgiven
           Intense looks, what burns shall                                        and released.
           Not be shared.                                                         All I ask
           My heart on fire and your desperate                                    in return
           soul meet in a hot stuffy room.    Our Hearts Became One               is that you sing to me,
                                              By Maggie Ramos                     give me praise,
           You fix your spirit over my heart                                      tell me I'm worthy,
           And I fix my heart over your spirit   I sense when you are well        lift me up
           I can see my heart on the floor, shredded  I feel when you are in harm  for in the end
           In pieces. I can feel it as it tears   But when you are in danger,     I can't bear on my own
           itself  out of  my chest.          my heart jumps out of  my chest.    as much as all of  you think I can
                                                                                  and sometimes,
           With an open wound we die apart    I wish for you joy day and night    in the darkness
           With an open heart we connect      I wish you didn't experience sorrow  of  this space
           from a distance.                   I reach out to the Lord in your name  the question whispers:
           With an open heart, we hope to     when you come to heart and mind     Am I God
           Reconnect to express “Te Amo”                                          or a woman?
           And to say “I love you".           Your joys become mine
                                              Your smiles and giggles
                                              every day I shall experience
                                              I pray you embrace love
                                              for an eternity and beyond.




















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