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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Angel I remember when I sang your song and you told me you loved me and made me strong. Wouldn't want to imagine living my life without my precious angel. Yet I suppose I have to because she's made it perfectly clear that she's uncomfortable when I am near. Don't understand exactly why but do know neither of us could know which way our feelings would go until we gave it a try. Life is not always so easily understood. Situations don't progress as we hope they would. You learn to accept the bad along with the good. Angel I remember when I sang your song and you told me you loved me and made me strong. You offered me all the beauty one man can stand til you waved it away with an angel hand. A time has come to let water flow under the bridge. The water will continue to flow irregardless if our love dies or grows. And I find myself missing her a little more or less each passing day. Still I would love to hug and kiss my angel if she was not so far away. Angel I remember when I sang your song and you told me you loved me and that made me feel so strong. Now I feel I no longer belong in the angel arms of which I so eagerly long. Jameslee@March17,2001 Ihavekissedangels |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Angel I remember when I sang your song and you told me you loved me and made me strong. You offered me all the beauty one man can stand til you waved it away with an angel hand. A time has come to let water flow under the bridge. The water will continue to flow irregardless if our love dies or grows. And I find myself missing her a little more or less each passing day. Still I would love to hug and kiss my angel if she was not so far away. Angel I remember when I sang your song and you told me you loved me and that made me feel so strong. Now I feel I no longer belong in the angel arms of which I so eagerly long ======================= oh James ... youve written a beautiful, sincere song here... playing the heartstrings for sure. trust me SBJ you'll kiss angels again. very well done poet sir. We wish ourselves beautiful, |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
James, your personal narratives are a wonderful venue for self expression. Keep writing, sharing, reflecting. 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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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
AAHHHHH you know my friend...you know |
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DYME Member
since 2000-07-29
Posts 104Texas |
I am totally speechless. This poem is like Deja Vu. It's sounds like something an someone once told me. (if your wondering, that is a good thing)  I liked it very much.NO WEAPON FORMED AGAINST ME SHALL PROSPER... ISAIAH 54:17 |
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sans38 Member
since 2001-03-03
Posts 117Westland, Michigan |
This was so beautiful....It touched my heart : ) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
And I find myself missing her a little more or less each passing day." It's amazing how much sense that line means to me as I have gone through the same type of heartache and just when it seems you're gaining some ground toward recovery it seems you slip back into that old hurt.....Something comes along and tags your heart with a memory and well there you are in tears again!! Well written James! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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