When the youthful heart dies,
Our dreams separate from our soul,
We accept drudgery and regrets,
We no longer believe in love,
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A wonderful write Uriah, it's such a shame our youth flied out the window, and leaves us with mental things, which are no longer physical. Dream on. Love Ernestine XXX
cool and slippery says the iceman melt water vapors make cloud banks fore the dawning 'Vison of the EROTICALLY SUBLIME' Thanks for the nice work. AB
This is lovely, Uriah...and I think we all stop here from time to time...and then...one day, when we least expect it...vavoom! Cupid's arrow.
Dear Uriah, There's a man who shares the vision espoused in this poem. His name is Hugh Hefner. Seriously, this is very well-done. A fine write. Life should be juicy not dry as twice baked bread! Best, Hugh
This is great. The vocabulary and wording make this poem make a strong impact. Steve