I was too busy loving you
To ever notice the signs....
The ice forming on the river,
The snow gathering in the pines
...
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A lovely poem, Lora. Blinded by love...Utopia, , , , , , then reality, the fire had gone out. Cleverly crafted, perfect rhythm and rhyme. I really like this one.
Lora, I love this one! Well-written, indeed. I am going to add it to my favorites list.
a well presented thought, well composed poem, thanks for sharing
Bad Weird I intended to nestle in lush spring Dreaming to brim heart of all lures Severe storm stole my lovely ring It turned me moaning troubadour.