hours of passion spent
love lingered long, late into the eve
a winter song was written for you and me
months pass quickly, hours tick by
the touch of a hand and a sweet whispered sigh
laid away in memory as tomorrow dawns
loneliness flows after it's gone
the dance of yesterday plays it's own tune
the paper blows away after reading old news
I sit with my coffee and once more reflect
hours of love that I'll never forget
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
3 comments:
this poem discribes my life as it was. I love your writing!
This is very nice. It flowed softly and yet carried a strong message.
A beautiful poem!
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