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One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”.
FROM THE AUTHOR: The timing of “Love” is unpredictable. A lost love may always find its way back years down the road, when the timing may be just right.
You
“You” were the smile on my face
The Love in my heart
The Mender of my soul
which has now fallen apart
“You” had given me life
that had been stolen away
And “You” had given me strength
to face each new day
Your kiss was a treasure;
A joy I’ll hold dear
The warmth of your body
Had conquered my fear
Your touch could move mountains
and rattle the sea
Yet its strength and its softness
had brought true comfort to me
I was safe in your arms
and free from all harm
Inhaling your laughter
and all of your charm
I could dance on forever
to the rhythm of your voice
Spinning like a ballerina
Where my spirit could rejoice
“You” made me feel like a Queen
in a faraway place
Sipping tea on a throne
Awaiting your embrace
Sadly, our story
did not last very long
It was now hidden quite deep
within every love song
We parted ways in agreement
Our hearts filled with remorse
It was painful, it was stinging
Yet, we chose a new course
“You” faded away into the eerie night
I was unable to see “You” in the morning light
I still try to find “You” in a sunlit sky
Betwixt the clouds passing by
While the yellow hues sparkle vividly
Like a sheet of Van Gogh’s artistry
I walk alone with broken wing
I no longer dance, I no longer sing
I imagine your smile accompanying me
But only a tear and a memory are left of “We”
Those treasures are all I have of “You”
I live life as one now; where once we were “two”
…I soon took that long walk
down the Aisle of Wedded Bliss
While “He” waited at the altar
I was missing your kiss
I made a new life as we promised we would
I wondered if “You” did the same
But something told me, however, my life was not right
…and our foolish youth was to blame
Then one day, to our surprise, we unexpectedly met
Where I shared my tales of woe and regret
Over coffee and laughs, “You” shared all yours too
Then we resurrected what was once Me and “You”
… Something wonderful our true hearts always knew !
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