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The Letter
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The Letter |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
The Letter Timeless so it seems Handcuffs around my heart Don’t know to say the words The words full of pain Why must I stand here in the rain? You gave you’re love Unconditional and plain Don’t know how to take it Lingering here with me is your desire Why must I walk through the fire? I had to brake your heart The one you gave without regret A fool’s game was my love Exploring love, yet to devour Reaching to give you your flower The only thing that will be left of me The one ode I can give to you The one which one will always be true Is the memory of me That is what I can give to thee Trust in what I whispered Trust in what you have felt that night Trust it will be with me Do not ask me to give more Do not pry to open yet another door I did not mean to cause pain I did not mean to stir your soul I did not wanted to see tears I have to leave it’s for the better That’s why I wrote to you this letter. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Thoughts whirl through my female mind as I read this work... To love without condition is a powerful gift. It requires no return to be...how fortunate that you have had that grace your life. ThisDiamond |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Helmut! So nice to see you posting here again!! You have been missed...and this write is wonderful! ~Big smiles and hugs to you~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Welcome home, Helmut! You've been gone far too long! Sometimes a letter is the best way...it doesn't stutter, doesn't blush, lays out the facts... write more letters, Helmut... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Good to see you, Helmut! Truth is sometimes easier when written, and when you can't see the tears. |
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Moonlight Romeo 
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
The letter of last love is always the longest. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
It's been far too long since I've read one of your poems... welcome back! *S* This is melancholy excellence! *S* |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
How nice to see you here, Herr Helmut... with a wonderful letter as well..  |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
OhHelmutMyFriend~ There is always a warm smile when you come home to the circle of friendship~ This is tenderly touching~ I hope you are well my friend~ Take care and come to sit at our fireside more often~  *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome home friend. Such sadness yet such longing in this poem!! It's wonderful! |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Heartfelt write that I thorougly enjoyed. Chris Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away. |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
The soul behind the written words thank those who have chosen to answer. And yes, you are more than friends, you are within my thoughts and heart. I thank thee with humble in my heart for your kind words. To know you there means so much to me. This Diamond: how can I stir your soul some more, lets see....... Enchantress: you know.....I missed you too Sunshine: A letter perhaps for you, my friend. But you know what it would read! Martie: Paper can take away a lot of pain, but never a friend. Moonlight: Yes and it seem never to be enough, doesn't it. Suthern: Thank you for your nice welcome back and with melancholy in my heart....I'm yours Nan: We can speak words no other can understand.....but ein Freund is always my friend.... thank you my friend Marge: To see you here fills my heart with such joy and laugther. How is your family addition doing Marge. I hope all is well. Poet DeVine: I am lost in your eyes which are so wonderful too, thank you. Nightshade: I thank thee and I am glad I brought some light into your night. In case I forgot someone.....you too are with me and I am glad I have you all to guide me The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
The soul behind the written words thank those who have chosen to answer. And yes, you are more than friends, you are within my thoughts and heart. I thank thee with humble in my heart for your kind words. To know you there means so much to me. This Diamond: how can I stir your soul some more, lets see....... Enchantress: you know.....I missed you too Sunshine: A letter perhaps for you, my friend. But you know what it would read! Martie: Paper can take away a lot of pain, but never a friend. Moonlight: Yes and it seem never to be enough, doesn't it. Suthern: Thank you for your nice welcome back and with melancholy in my heart....I'm yours Nan: We can speak words no other can understand.....but ein Freund is always my friend.... thank you my friend Marge: To see you here fills my heart with such joy and laugther. How is your family addition doing Marge. I hope all is well. Poet DeVine: I am lost in your eyes which are so wonderful too, thank you. Nightshade: I thank thee and I am glad I brought some light into your night. In case I forgot someone.....you too are with me and I am glad I have you all to guide me The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
I'm gald it did James, I have to thank you for reading it The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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