Christopher Withers


Untold - Poem by Christopher Withers

in lieu of gifts and flowered word,
in my stead i'll place your care.
at each dawn i'll hold you near,
talking of our love so clear.
at each noon i'll hold your hand,
sharing of the day we'd planned.
after noon when we sit close,
your troubles i will comfort most.
on the eve we'll laugh and joke,
sharing smiles with other folk.
and as night falls and sleep takes hold,
my Love for you remains untold.


Comments about Untold by Christopher Withers

  • Rookie Absent Wryta (9/11/2008 12:25:00 PM)

    Flows brilliantly, a lovely story told. Excellent write, a pleasure to read (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie ~*Lexi Baby*~ (9/11/2008 10:35:00 AM)

    Very nice. You did a magnificent job!

    Peace Out,
    Lexi Baby (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 11, 2008



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