Saturday, January 14, 2006

The Locked Door Comments

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Do not stare at me under the glare of the sun,
nor kiss my lips before night has begun,
Do not wrap your arms around me till you are asleep.
nor try and hold me until i have become old and week.
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Chuck Audette 07 June 2006

A lovely poem, Gina sent me here to read it in a comment on my 'A Relationship, of Sorts'. I can see why. I like the metaphor of the door/key - works beautifully! Don't forget to keep the hinges well-oiled (but I'm not saying you should keep her spoiled) . -chuck

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Kelly marie Berry 03 March 2006

i really like how you express yourself and i like how you use an item as you.i think you are good as you are like me you base this pome on your fellings.kelly

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Gina Onyemaechi 14 January 2006

Here's hoping the 'pains', 'torment', and 'filth' that you anticipate will come your way as you fall in love will wither before they reach you, as your lover says. Instead, let her 'clean feet' tread their way gently to your heart.

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John Tiong Chunghoo 14 January 2006

perhaps, after some love experiences, you could write poems of a different attitude...so long as they are different from now...that's what matters. go for it.

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