O! There she stands on her own two feet,
As if waiting for love to meet,
But it doesn't greet her till it's over,
And she sees the darkness of it all under cover.
O! Am I not to help her when she falls,
When her knee and heart be bruised by the cold,
Am I not to warm her, to cusp her hands to my chest,
But when I do, she would love me less and less.
O! She stands on her own two feet,
But she falls, but I cannot hold her,
For she is far, further than Olympus from Earth,
She's farther than the river on Earth.
Author notes
love is like a photo. Hope you like it!
A contest entry
- heartbreaker by ExpectingMommy18.
550 points, ended September 22, 2007, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this was very unique...i think you did a wonderful job at writing this and wish you the best of luck in the contest...thank you for entering!!
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I love the feeling behind this one, you chose the words well and it shows in the ease of the flow. Good luck in the contest!
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