'O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away' -W. B. Yeats
Truly an understated feeling this was but unseemingly
it wasn't what I expected to say the least; compartments
flooded every reverie traversed upon, and still, this
unknown promise was created
Questioned, this soul fumbled to scribe
through roughened exteriors; street lamps
flickered endlessly as if they themselves
knew those words yet, soemthing held back
Was it I who feared this trepidation?
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A contest entry
- Quote Me Love.... by Cannonsfire.
1000 points, ended May 5, 2007, 19 entries
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Comments
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hmmm, this is something golden, i mena that you did a great job, i like the poem, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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This is really good... I really like your style it's so deep and flowing... wow... Amazing job! Rockon! xoxo Meg
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Wow, this was really deep and thought provoking. Very well done and the best of luck to you in the contest!
Kari
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Thank you for this fine entry
Psst: soemthing...something!
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