Matthew Holloway Poems

She is a song to me
a melody played to my heart
a sonnet, a concerto, a chorus
she is every word and chord
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love makes us blind
and in equal measures
stupidly happy in ourselves
that in thoughts of another
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I'll stand unmoved like the mountains
face all weathers and seasons
time will pass where I remain
the stars will look down on me
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A blooming poem
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all the flowers in the garden
those wild in every field
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Remember me
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remember me
not as I said goodbye
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On a lost youth
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I remember my youth
by that I mean by late teens
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Midnight rain
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The rain from the heavens falls
against my window at night
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she is attractive
all the right curves
and a pretty face
she is noticeable
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Resilient love
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this will not falter
this will not end
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Travellers change
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Could we piece together a handful of change
gather the fare to catch a break
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