Bernadette Rushfirth Poems

I listen to the beat,
the beat of a heart,
each tender thud sounding so far apart.
Will he awake or will he be still?
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When once you felt so empty no matter how much affection was taken in,
being told everyday that your love was a sin.
Surrounded by people, yet you feel completely alone,
how was it possible our love had grown?
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Found in a place of people unknown,
a fondness alike would be grown.
The blessing of love born in the dark,
shared a path of time one would embark.
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Show me that you love me,
Tell me that it's true.
Show me that you need me,
Tell me that you do.
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Tomorrow morning is so far away,
but I'll know you'll always stay.
In my dreams I picture you,
believe me you look good too.
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