Lora Colon Poems

I was talking to the moon
Just the other night,
Telling him how much
I admired his light;
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If you awaken before me
And I'm crying in my sleep,
Take me in your arms and kiss me,
Give me reason not to weep
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You say and do the little things
A woman never forgets;
And when it rains, I smile when you say
'It's raining violets'
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A promise of love came at twilight,
Knocking upon this beggar's door,
I stood trembling as it let itself in,
Its charity shook me to the core
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Your love flowed gently over me,
Like a wave caressing the shore,
Touching me... then covering me...
Leaving me begging for more
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Who really knows a woman's heart
But the woman wherein it dwells,
She guards its contents like rare jewels,
Deepest secrets, she never tells
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My days are tormented by longing,
So many dreams life did not fulfill;
Longing for the love that never came,
(Yet the gallant heart is hopeful still)
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On that day he came to me
To sorrow I was bound,
My burdens weighing heavily,
What little joy I found
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Memories are congregating
For their daily rendezvous,
Dancing and circling 'round my mind,
There is no averting their view
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My head is like a grand hotel,
The guests arrive, one by one,
Some with great accomplishments,
Others are allowed just for fun
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