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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
My Love My Love was one Who made the birds to sing! And in the depth of winter, Would turn my thoughts to spring. She was the ending of my day, Shared each mornings light, And in between these lay, A warm and loving night. Sadly I turn from where she lays, Leaving love,life and all delight. Weary and listless are my days. Cold and lonely are my nights. arthur |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
To me, leaving love life and all delight would be the single most arduous task, albeit being the one left coping and wondering (& wandering)why one would leave is my neverending task. Made me think, a lot. Good flow, good piece, sad nonetheless. Thanks. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
It sounds as though you loved her very very much and you miss her terribly now Arthur.. Very good, albeit sad write. I am so very sorry.....Hugs. ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I love your powerful little blows. Great work, arthur. She said burn ... together. |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Liked this a lot... ~Tier "I shall never bond again, as I have bonded with you..." |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Good work, arthur, Nothin' like a good Love (gone) Poem to warm me cockles. What exactly is a cockle? Seriously. ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
cockle ? for wranx not sure to be honest it is of course a shell fish ( Molly Molone wheeled her wheel barrow ,through streets broad and narrow , singing ,cockles and muscles alive ,alive ,O) But for the life of me cannot see any connection with hearts arthur |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
There is a phrase, "warms the cockles of my heart". Heart valves, Bi-valves, who knows? Maybe it is a false memory, or a dream fragment, or a manifestation of some sort of (hopefully mild) insanity. Cheers, ~wranx "Writing is a perfectly natural thing to do....just remember to wash your hands afterward"....Heinlein. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Love can be so sad. But beautiful to write about. Sandra |
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