Caught past the dreams
forever held in the memories
unwarranted in time,
How is it that you touch me
where it matters most ?
I must confess that the blindness
in sonnets overwhelms my heart,
And you my dear are a necessity
urgent within thy grasp,
I watch you and need you,
Disregarding my own dependency,
If it should come a time
that we should part,
Then the horizons
that we shared shall disappear into the shadows,
And I will be a poorer man lost in the summer.
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Nice poem, good job, Bill
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This is very pleasant! I am glad I read this. A wonderful love poem. For a woman would be so lucky to have a love like you! ~~Iridessa~~
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i liked your choice of words a lot. you have written a wonderful poem. =) way to go. keep writing.
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How is it that you touch me
where it matters most ?
probably the best lines I've read tonight.
And I will be a poorer man lost in the summer.
i really loved this. good job.
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