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As I whisper your name
the blend of colours
and tone bring your
your smile back home.
I sit in the breeze
as this blessed whisper
returns to me.
The feel of gentle
rain showers me
with your love, as
it falls like tears
from my face.
I breathe the loving
air that reminds me
of your heavenly scent
as I sit here in our
once favourite place.
The willow, still stands
with its emerald loving
hands, that we'd lie
beneath making love
which was always
so unplanned.
I run my lonely fingers
over the flattened blades
As I picture you there
in the willow shade.
I remember the way
you would smile
looking into my eyes
as we shared our
love for one another.
Raising my hand
I wipe away the tear
of these memories
as I now sit lonely
under our tree.
I look to the dream
filled skies, as a single
bird flies to-ward
the heavens as I cry.
� Jon.London 2009
London Love Poems
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009 |
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Wednesday, July 22, 2009 |
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Deborah Cromer (7/25/2009 12:09:00 AM)
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Very sensitive and written with an understanding of what was and what is. Touching poem. DC
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nomad omnia (7/24/2009 3:55:00 AM)
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Beautiful Jon. It's like a celebration of what has been, not a lament for what is lost. N
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Carol Gall (7/22/2009 12:57:00 PM)
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it feels like one is there watching from shadows 10
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Carl Harris (7/22/2009 12:49:00 PM)
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This is another melancholy poem of a lost love, Jon, and it is also very well written and expressed, telling it's poignant tale exceptionally well from beginning to end.
Carl.
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Catrina Heart (7/22/2009 11:47:00 AM)
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memories of love that was...poignant composition...under the willow tree, the shared moments left print in your heart...10+++
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