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The Love Letter
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The Love Letter |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
A Love Letter When one has done all one can, their world proceeding on, dictating mandates, regardless, trying to be their own person, do they learn too soon, following thrills, something is missing, perhaps not even a shout from inside, but a silent whisper why did I settle for this course.... Perhaps loneliness had come about, innate desires to be with some one in tune, not knowing how quickly untuned with time even the finest instrument can become.... asking if not this, then what? and taking this, when that feeling still remains of an emptiness almost indescribable remaining, laying hollow in our centerness.... So to you, my friend, my love, my center, Fate, strange ways guiding us, perhaps God's hand, perhaps thread of gossamer a spider's strand of silk spun airborne, softly comes to touch us on the forearm, calf of a leg, upon sweat’s brow of a summer's day, we gently brush at it as we would a fly or gnat, but shiver of touch remains, if not too busy with mundane life, take a moment to feel a presence that has been in search all of this time.... It is that, when we listen to our inner self, we allow the feel of our true mate to touch us making known to our heart.... the one so, not a physical attraction, nor bodies needing bodies for warmth or comfort, nor even minds needing wit and parry of other minds.... but all those things that matter when even in the midst of friends, family, one finds one looking into the mist at what might still be out there.... traveling through fog, one still has sense of destiny, unfinished, but nearing time when all good shall come, even if we haven't waited, but are still meant to be.... with one in my heart, I am meant to be one man's true love... I believe it to be you... I believe in you.... I love you. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LadyInWhite~ To give is to receive ... 'Fate, strange ways guiding us, perhaps God's hand, perhaps thread of gossamer a spider's strand of silk spun airborne, softly comes to touch us on the forearm, calf of a leg, upon sweat’s brow of a summer's day, we gently brush at it as we would a fly or gnat, but shiver of touch remains, if not too busy with mundane life, take a moment to feel a presence that has been in search all of this time....' How lovely~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
WOW! Some lucky guy. WOW! |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
Beautifully penned! |
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Auguste
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Such longing in this one. Much sadness, yet a gleam of hope. Michael Michael Auguste~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
very nicely written...I am continually impressed with the variety of your writing and the fact they all seem to suit you... Well done!! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
if not this, then what? and taking this, when that feeling still remains of an emptiness almost indescribable remaining, laying hollow in our centerness.... ===================================== I understand....dear lord...do I understand. thank you my Lady. We're all feeding our lonely like it might go away, |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Man! This poem is really good at bringing out emotions of sorrow and loss - and hope. Beautiful writing from a beautiful person. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
True experession my friend, penned mightly... jwesley |
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