There is a five bar gate,
white, by a woodland track
where, half a century back,
we talked till evening late.
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This is glorious Patrick. The gate is such a fine, solid metaphor for your love lost, but not forgotten. In particular I love the lines 'Firm to the lean as then' and 'And I must always have the dream/Hold tight onto its sturdy bars'. A wistful, nostalgic poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
How different now, her youthful face, held smiling in my mind? And does she hold that special grace, that made my love so blind? grace, youthfulness, love, romance, desire. influences of the mind in love........ very nice poem. full of feelings and thought.. tony