The hot passion of our love making had never ended,
growing even more intense over the years,
tonight the touch of your hands seem to feel very different,
my mind starts to wonder as you pull my body near.
The touch of your soft hands rubbing my body tell me,
the feeling is now gone away, it is not the same,
the truth lies beneath your fingertips,
my body feels you, my voice softly whispers your name.
I keep trying to stir the hot passion deep within you,
holding you so close it almost seems as though we are one,
as we lie there breathless, you begin to tell me,
how very sorry you are for what you have done.
You tell me you no longer want to be married to me,
your mind was with another as you kissed my lips,
even though I stirred the passion within you tonight,
the truth lies beneath your fingertips.
The dawn's morning light will bring me heartache and pain,
my passion and jealousy now consume my mind,
I don't know how I will be able to begin the painful day,
you took my heart and soul and left me behind .
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My LINE WAS, THE TRUTH LIES BENEATH YOUR FINGERTIPS
This was the beginning of many hurtful times in my first marriage. I wised up and left myself after thirteen years. I guess that was my lucky number
Written September 2nd, 2004
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Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. I also had two beautihul childen and three wonderful grandchildren because of the marriage, so there was some thing good about it.
Take care, Sandy
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Another poem about your first marriage, I liked it a lot
I like the way you wrote this and how it applies to the line although this is quite a sad poem
Keep up the good work, I love the personal nature of this Good luck in the contest
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Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. It was an interestimg line that you gave me.I had to put my thinking cap on and remember back pretty far. Take care, Sandy
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Great job, thanks
Wow, so many comments before my own! seems you could use my line to your own personal advantage! This is a great piece! I really like the simple layout and the way you used the line so easily within your own words, it wasn't untill i reached the authors comments that i remembered which was the line i gave you! This is amazing! Thanks for entering!
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Thank you for the nice comment. This happed 30 years ago so it doesn't bother me now. Take care and don't cut your self, bowie of the knife and spear.
Sandy
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that is sooooooooo sad! im really lucky, my parents manedged to stay togeather already for 27 years. I hope they never breack up. Anyway, great poem. its reallly realllly sad though.
Keep up the good work!
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Hi Jersey girl, I left him in 1974 in Toms River. I see him at my daugters alot, He's still a loser. I see he wouldn't have changrd no matter how many chances I gave him.
Thanks for taking the time to comment on my poem. Take care Sandy:0
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Well I was married 13 years the first time and 27 this time so that's not too bad. That's 40, I have my doubts if I'll see 50 years. One way or the other. Thanks for the comment. Take care, Sandy
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Well done!
Sandy, I so glad to 'see' you here; this is a wonderful poem, though the subject is so sad. I am fortunate, still, my one marriage to my dear husband is still intact and strong after seventeen years-- I pray it continues at least seventy more...
~smile~
Excellent work and great use of the contest line.
Good luck with this!
Warm regards, as always,
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arr love, i admire these people i read about who have stayaed married for over fifty years and such. it seems in these times marriage does not last, perhaps it has always been that way i don't know. anyway a good poem yes, the touch will tell all
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