0170 Love Poem by Michael Shepherd
0170 Love
Hopes die;
dreams fall;
and, subtlest stroke of all,
love sharply, cruelly, hides her face,
lives lost within the mind a space;
until one day in presence new,
love - whose love was ever true -
leaves the cold, hard, hungry heart
and plays love's everlasting part;
and once again, the wiser we...
are wild and bold again
and fools again;
so, love
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the wiser we... are wild and bold again and fools again; so, love ' excellent: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:34:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is an amazingly beautiful poem of Love, both up and down....Kudos! ! ! marci.m. :)