Open Poetry #39 |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland ![]() |
Yes, for in my soul, my being ever so complex— And yet I’ve let my life so pass me— Hath changed because of caring. You my heart, and you my mourning; Thy gracious sky and coldest weather. Thy beauties fire, thine fire burns; For yes, I doth burn to feel thee. Please come to my bosom and hear my plea: If love of your is true as mine, Your tears were spent—un-wasted wine— Then come to me with loving eyes; My arms ne’er closed to love of thine. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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trutodaraiders Senior Member
since 2006-12-02
Posts 820CA |
Very nice. If love of your is true as mine, Your tears were spent—un-wasted wine— Poetry is just the evidence of life. |
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