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Love Poems |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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My clock just sounded twelve midnight. I've been sitting for hours it seems; Searching through electronic pages Of others folks' sorrows and dreams. There are sad tales of love unrequited And others of love turned to hate. There's teacherous love, and adulterous love, And love come too early, and love that's too late. There are descriptions of love and its passion, That shouldn't be put on a page. There are stories of love, that's not love at all; But more like a slow burning rage. But where is the love told by poets of old? Fanciful, sweet and sublime. Written with care, with beauty so rare, A poem to last for all time. My mind is wearied with reading. I can do no more searching tonight. Perhaps tomorrow I'll find it; A love poem that's purely delight. Send me a poem full of laughter; A happy for ever and after. By: Joyce 06/06/2000 |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
This is very good Joyce. I agree with what you're saying! Betty Lou Hebert |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
That, my friend, is quite an order. |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
happy ever after only lives in fairy tales, and I'm inspired. |
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