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gone but for the memories
living lifes memories, everyday
like two centuries
history repeating, never releasing
but to remind you of everything.
The reasoning that brings
past memories that sing like two love birds
thier love to last,
unlike my memories from the past.
To late to return see where, to pass open window,
nothing but coid dark stare.
Your love is like warm summer glare
light surrounds me,
with the warmth from your love soaked stare.
Brings my light through the darkness
but i am the only one there
That is a very nice poem,
That is a very nice poem, Darvid. I envision two people that have traveled many roads together through both wondrrful and difficult times....I very much enjoyed the sentiment expressed in the last lines. Absolutely lovely.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "