Thy's time hath offered myself death so sweet.
Wouldst thou still care...
Whether to bare thy's love and benumb my heart.
Thou art a temptress, my mind and soul bequeath,
Listening to thy's tears, they fall, to our distraught.
These tears which paint the world a blinding white,
Those diamonds, which are a rare but precious sight,
In,which one day, One day n'er so far,
Return, We must, these perfect scars.
The scars Love's slaughter hath brought.
And which time hath offered a life so real,
But more false than dreams canst be sought,
And dreams of life, and kisses that be always sealed.
Author notes
...In Memory Of that Special person.
Written December 8th, 2004
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This poem is deep, and I absolutely love the way you write. It's wonderful. This poem is wonderful. Your writing is wonderful!!! Keep writing more like this! It's beautiful!
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