Oh how you haunt me,
blessed memory of my beloved!
You wake me every morn'
and twice from my dreams.
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I've heard that pattern a thousand times over every floor surface imaginable......................quite ingenious tribute being sparkled in light pf love,10+++, thanks for sharing
How jealous you are of my slumber! You grip me when someone takes hold of my shoulder You are the words of solace sung off his breath that still my heart and soul. What beautiful lines. Jealousy the first sign of love.... but then melancholy.... I turn to find only your face and a stranger's, but not that of my beloved. and the end.... You are my safety net, only not so perdurable as the one I had before. This poem is beautiful The passion....Good write
well-written, passionate poem. good job!