Peter Stavropoulos (Best Love Poems)


..I have not forgotten you


I have not forgotten you
For you have given me
Each blessed memory

I have not forgotten you
For I hold your hand
Each step I stand

I have not forgotten you
For you have taught me well
Each lesson I spell

I have not forgotten you
For in truth you are rare
Each thought I have spare











By Peter Stavropoulos

Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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My book of selected poems 'When I try to write I can't' and my book of Love poems 'Love's Best Songs' (co-written with my wife) are now available as Kindle e-books.

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