Open Poetry #45 |
secrets of union |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
what words could become my vision in stance of my own failures, that wisdom has come late in life while I stare into your eyes. I am lost in mortal thoughts as your hair frames your face the want to touch, to carress to feel you another night. it becomes a fear of not having you near my soul, nor near my body though far you are here and will not waste me. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Fear could be fatal, but then don't we all have such visions ... Well done. Love, Margherita |
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