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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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The loneliness, quite like a fog... Envelopes, oft, my mind. The wind does croon a dreary dirge- Of things I’ve left behind. The lonely nights, the dreary hours; Ah, such a weight to bear. And all because the one I love- And need, is never there. But, lo! she waits to hear my voice... And for those moments brief; The wire connects our lonely hearts. And brings us both relief. Her voice recalls our days of youth- When I was wild and free. And only she could catch and tame, A lone wolf such as me. And still her love can hold me tight... Bewitched by her sweet smiles... And so she waits, and I return... Unchanged by all the miles. |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
A poignant glimpse into such a sweet love, dear Troubadour. Your words here are homespun, warm, and make me wish for someone to miss. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Beautiful and I am missing Mina right now and it make the moments together more fulfilling...James |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so touching, John, and of course very well written. Denise |
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