dino evans Poems

Lie to me, my Love
Desperate need, longing to hear...
Lean in, Oh so close...you see
Light reflects, descending tear...
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If every now and then my mind may wander
I know that it will wander back to you
If daydreams capture me in morning slumber
The smile upon your face, is what I hope to view.
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If we met by chance, on some warm and windy day
Would you still remember me? As you went on your way
Would you still recall my face, or would you walk on by
Could you notice silent tears, descending from my eyes
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Someday, when I'm older, I may have a thought of you...
A smile on my face, within the memory that I view...
Remembering the ways of youth, and knowing youth is through...
Replace my smile with simple tears, for all the things we knew...
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In the winter of my mind,
The leafless branches of my existence,
Bend to the cold wind of self, and you are there,
To be the fresh gentle snow,
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My love, I take pen in hand with no hope of reaching you, no hope of hearing a return word or knowing what fate may have befallen you. It is only my belief that you are somewhere thinking of me that keeps me from the brink of the dreadful abyss that I now find myself staring into. I pray that you are well, although it has been so long since last you have written, I spend my nights wondering, have you forgotten me, or has someone else taken my memory from your heart.

A thousand terrible miles I have traveled in one place, waiting since the day you left, my vow unbroken, my love for you greater than when I last kissed your lips, my heart still beating for your safe return. My existence here has been one of desperation, desperate that your last words to me remain true, and that tomorrow you will return to me, to fill this emptiness that lies beside me each night. Deep within every cloud that passes overhead, I see your face, The music of your voice in every breeze that wanders through another season, without you.
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The summer sun sinks quietly, but evening takes the day
I sit alone and think of things you've said,
And then your voice comes silently, and I can hear the way
So gently you had spoken, from the poems you had read.
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Why did you come along, just when I needed you...
I can't explain the reasons, or exactly what to do...
Far from having peace of mind, confusion's breaking through..
I've crawled on hands and knees, down betrayals avenue..
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The ink inside this pen can hold so many words, it's strange,
I describe so many things, or can sadly rearrange,
And love or tears of sorrow, which will leave this paper stained,
But in the end if no one reads, is love what I have gained? ...
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Being here, surrounded by these pictures on a wall
The images, just moments trapped in time
The faces seem to speak to me, and I can hear them all
Perhaps it's just a dream, though they linger in my mind.
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