Lost Poem by Owain Glyn
Lost
Every day, when I awake,
I think of you,
Every night, before I sleep,
I think of you.
The dreams I had,
Included you,
The best of me,
Was within you.
The sun shone,
Within your eyes,
And darkness,
Within my lies.
If I could change,
A single thing,
And make, the love,
In your heart sing.
I would! !
But time has passed,
And I am lost,
I cannot calculate the cost,
Of everything, that I have lost.
Moons still wane,
And suns still rise,
but everyday, it's a surprise,
That still, I think of you.
I guess my time is almost done,
My eyes will dim, and lose the sun,
If I could choose what I would do,
It's simple, I'd make love to you.
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Owain Glyn
loss always brings sadness and regret, whatever its reasons and you have described it in a beautiful way interesting work, I like it
We live and love and lose love spent And think of past our long lament In rueful harmful harsh torment 'Til another sees our sadness rent Then in loves form we fall and vent And grow in fading discontent Hoping love is permanent And long may we be suited yet. Alternative last line: And hope I'm not incontinent. Thanks for the nice poem.
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4/19/2024 5:50:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There were elements in this poem I liked- especially the brief verses that still pack an impact: Moons still wane, And suns still rise,