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Spring would come with shafts of light
To make love to dark earth in the morning dew,
But the frost would bite too deep at night
And the beds were all bare, before I met you.
To think of love was like shaking hands
With a friend whose name I no longer knew.
I would walk alone along moonlit strands
And gaze deep into rivers, before I met you.
Before I met you, my plans were as birds
Betrayed to snow as they blindly flew,
For want of the line of a song without words
To guide them on, before I met you.
Long absence would fall like a massive tor
Unseen each day from a cloudless blue,
As I’d frozen stand before my dreadful door
To learn again what was deep and true.
My past was a perfect globe of gold
To where every day my dreaming flew,
And girls would my soul in their arms enfold
And say they loved me, before I met you.
Before I met you, my poems were as photos
Framed in wallets, and I would rue
The routine smiles and lifted brows,
And hold my gorgeous children from view,
Before I met you, and love was a pang
Whose blade struck deep, yet the weakest glue
I would crave to weep as Caruso sang,
Before I met you, before I met you.
Michael Buhagiar
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Ana Monnar
(8/28/2007 8:44:00 PM) |
This poem is very romantic and full of love.
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Theodora Onken
(8/25/2007 10:45:00 PM) |
Very deep. Your work is intellectually profound. Great use of words!
Brillant little diamond, Michael!
Theo
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Shaye Michaelson
(8/23/2007 5:41:00 AM) |
This is a lovely work depicting love. Some beautiful images and lovely rhyming.
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Jemarie Ragudo
(8/16/2007 4:50:00 PM) |
I can feel the splendor of love in your poem. This work is rhythmic and musical. Very well done.
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