Open Poetry #17 |
Loves Deepest Caring |
Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
“LOVES DEEPEST CARING” by Bill Charles ~~~~ My heart was opened, belonging only to you, when we held each other, at Deep Bay… Your silken hair flowing, in the soft breeze, eyes blue and charming, you on display… Whispered words of caring, into my ear, I listened to them all, as I dared… We were the closest, that two could be, neither of us though, seemed prepared… Days went by, most happy, but some not, deep feelings within, this delicate affair… It was hard to explain, for it started slowly, this pain that became, too much to bear… Two lives were torn apart, that final day, but not because of, love’s deepest caring… Perhaps it needed to be, another time, when tender words again, have meaning… ~~~~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
wow BC. . . you just pull out the emotions. . . wonderfully done. . . ----------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Bill...I agree with Sven. You just reach into my heart and give it a squeeze! Tender, sad write....and, I love it!! ~hugs, Nancy~ ~Life may not be the song you requested, |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Bill, IWIHWT, it's poignantly perfect. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
Well written piece on a sad subject. Love does not always work the way we want, but it does leave some beautiful memories to write about. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Sometimes the people that we love the most are the ones we hurt the most. That's life, is so ironic. Great poem. |
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