At last unopened door I stand
Upon my shoulder Death's hand.
Gentle nudging these last steps.
His shadowing from concealing the way back.
Thoughts adrift in dreams past,
painfully recalling forgotten desires.
Time spent in loving wants of beauty rare.
Forever wanton of her favors, forever denied my desires.
Through my eyes love was found but
through hers none was seen.
At last unopened door painfully I long,
if only to have her have seen through my eyes.
Author notes
Nothing hurts more then to Love where there is naught.....
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This was a very heart-filled poem, and very well written. However, I don't quite see this as a letter to someone. It appears to be a well penned poem about death, and unrequited love. A great job though. Keep up the great work.
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Thank you for the chance to think and for your time in reading and commenting..
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Yes this is ever so beautiful. The flow is to die for. Simply amazing, i've got to say. It's very very deep. Pure emotion through gifted tongue. I loved it.
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Thank you so much for your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed.
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Very beautiful!
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