Open Poetry #47 |
Passing |
tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
If a rose were known by any other name, would it truly be as sweet; if I hold your hand and kiss your lips, would you remember where we first did meet? If I bared my soul for all to see and laid me heart at your feet; would you remember to the very last, the time we first came to meet? When I finally pass on and the bugle sounds the final notes of my defeat; will you promise, as you look down, to come to a new place to meet? |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Always will go where you are, it is where I belong. |
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tuffluv66 Member
since 2011-05-13
Posts 121Iowa, U.S.A. |
To hell with its gates of gnashing teeth, where your soul may fester and seethe, but better heaven where your lips are sweet, would be the final place to meet. My final place will always be, the place that my heart calls me. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Looks like you have your answer. ~ If I agreed with you we'd both be wrong. ~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Love eternal, LOVE IT! Enjoyed, ebonygirl |
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Falling rain
since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178Small town, Illinois |
I couldn't help but think of Romeo and Juliet. The writing is simple, yet well choice in words. Nice job. |
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