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For my love
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For my love |
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kayjay Member Elite
since 2002-06-24
Posts 2015Oregon |
We were both eighteen, I was feeling keen; it was college and freshman year. She was tall and slim and looking trim; perhaps she’d be my dear. As time went by I wondered why she didn’t see the same. But then I learned I wasn’t spurned, but the books she had to tame. Yet school for me was not to be; I found reasons to drop out. The cards and beer and friendly cheer was really what I sought. I said no more and left before the school had its say. But I found bliss in one sweet kiss as I wended on my way. The years went by; I wondered why she didn’t write more often. But then I’d see a note that she had sent and I would soften. In time there was one brief pause while we lived not far apart. I felt so good this time I would most surely win her heart. ‘Twas not to be, or so said she, I need to find my life. While tears fell down, I looked around and found myself a wife There was no doubt as I started out, now wed, that we were through. We’d pulled apart but in my heart, that little flame burned true. No backward glance, I’d had my chance, as my life went into the future. But then I found the marriage not sound, with wounds I could not suture. I cannot say in any way, I thought of my lady slim It had not been, no matter when. My life was darkly grim. As decades passed, the die was cast, I’d find an occasional bed. I’d start the hope, this time I’d cope to make a union instead. But I would find I could not bind. No doubt it was my flaw. At night I’d lie and wonder why ‘til I heard the crow’s caw. But a summer’s day made its way and I heard from the lady fair. I’d wandered in from the world’s din and sat in my easy chair. I sifted the mail and started my rail at the phone machine blinking. Someone was selling, there’s no telling was what I started thinking. I stabbed the button; then wondered what in hell could I be hearing. I couldn’t rest until I pressed the repeat switch. Man, I’m fearing. It could not be but it was she, the one who’d been my choice I bowed my head with a certain dread as I listened to her voice. For way back then, I'd lost her when she’d sent my mom a note. To let her know and me also I gathered as she wrote. She’d found a man and wore his band. She’d gone without a doubt. I did perspire as that fire within my heart snuffed out. Time stood still; I hadn’t the will to just return her call. I started to shake, my heart a quake, I’d just say hi was all. The years fell away, it’s hard to say who talked the more that night. But deep within, I felt a spin of sensations feeling right. It has been years and no few tears since that call was made. Was this the now I learn somehow that gods had humor of jade. Her sense of trust had turned to dust on the trail of a heart well broken. But a cautious she did turn to me and these were the words that were spoken. We live quite far but the door’s ajar, if you should care to knock. Let’s take some time to make this climb and my heart I’ll unlock. I raised the flame that bore her name from an ember I’d been keeping. With a gentle smile all the while I found one that was sleeping. There’s no guarantee she said to me; the sorrow in her eye. But I’ll be true, it’s up to you if you still wish to vie. Three score of years lie in arrears as we begin to share. It is the best of all the rest as again I learn to care. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
AH Ken! What a magnificent write! Now this is your best style of writing! And I love it! And so...did they get back together? This poet sir is a  ~Hugs~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Wonderful ballad! This is definately a keeper! Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggsssssss) Oh Kayjay, this is soooooo beautifully sensitive, sweet friend, I sure hope they got back together because it seemed they shared so much together! (sigh) This is wonderful, sweet friend, I love it, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kayjay, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A friend said, "go see"... and there's no wonder at my smile... well done, Sir... |
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