What sayeth love?
by
William P Haynes
Monday, April 06, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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What sayeth love of gentle plume
Be you the sands that cross the glass
or more likely waters never grasped
Slipping silently as moments as years
As life itself away from me; forever
What melody is woman, what fine design
To be heard in the spring of youth
But I, the scoundrel, the rogue did not hear
Oh wasted life, such bitter silence
That I've clung to
What strength hath man in blindness
That he may `ere feel his wounds
Save the beating of his hollow heart
The yearning of forgotten loves
When spring has long been past
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
4/6/2009 |
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So solemn, yet breathes life onto itself through words that pearce the heart, beautiful...
Be always safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Gloria Gay |
4/6/2009 |
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| Transcendent beautiful words that instantly bring to mind a lost love and heart-wrenching regret. Well done! |
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| Reviewed by Mary Lacey |
4/6/2009 |
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William,
Your beautiful words tell a beautiful love story.
Mary |
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