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When she loved me,
midnight was never dark
The moon always full,
my bed never cold
My heart ever full,
the touch of her lips
Never fading, a permanent reminder
Of when she loved me.
Now I care not for midnight skies,
The stars have fallen
from their velvet mooring
Music has no melody,
ocean waves crash
against lonely shores, soundless.
The sun has lost its warmth
The smile on a strangers face
no longer delights me
I am outside my body looking in,
As I sit remembering
when she loved me…
Poignant and I love the way the lines are set out.
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Thank you so much…
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Hi. Thanks for a beautifully penned poem filled with such pathos. Really enjoyed reading. Happy Writing,
have a wonderful day. Goff
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Thank you, Goff…
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My Pleasure. Best Wishes. Goff
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I have had a few of these encounters, Anita. Eventually one wonders why so quick to invest? Certainly doesn’t stop me. A beautiful poem that hit the bone.
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Thank you, John…
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😊
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