Hiram Lee Gonzalez Poems

To write a poem is hard to do;
To put words in order when they don't want to;
There's inspiration but frustration, too,
Trying to come up with something new. I grasp at words, I plead with them,
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I loved her, but she loved me not, I know;
Her dark and brooding moods gave me no rest.
She'd knock me down to drown--but even so,
Those days she's grey and strong, I loved her best. She'd frustrate me, she'd keep me from her face,
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She pulls me in with a wave of her hand;
I run my hand along her face.
Her smooth words make me feel like a man;
I live to be in her warm embrace. Her lips can make me feel alive;
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