I shall dream of you 'till we meet,
And cherish you after.
If only time would quicken it's pace-
But I will not despair for this delay.
That cruelty which time doth place
Should only strengthen our regard in the way,
That the longing of two hearts destined for the other-
Will, have ended;
Their souls mended.
And our joy- sweet.
Ever my love professed to you,
And 'till that happy hour adieu.
Please tell me what you think
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Thanks for fixing the contrast
Your use of so many personal pronouns confuses me. You,my,our,their,we and I
You may have trouble finding one if all these people are involved. What do I know; I`m 61 and have yet to find the right one, good luck
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Why do you hide your work?
Blue on black is not where it`s at
For these old eyes do not contrast
My prescription for my eye glass
Is new bi-focal that will last -
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hope this helps some thanks for pointing that out to me
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Great!
great poem! Your poem reminds me of Dickinson a bit! I remember thinking as a little girl about my future love, and I bet every little girl does. Its such an intimate phase every women goes through I think! -
perfect
me and my guy agree that its perfect.
great job
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Cute
I really liked the feel of this poem. You did really well at making it read like a 'letter to the future' or something like that, which is always fun.
One of my pet peives is line numbers, so in that I do not care for this, seeing as you bounce around a lot. But all in all, the spelling is good, the flow is good, and it is a well rounded poem about hoping that tomorrow will hurry up and get here already. Haven't we all been there?
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