TheSilent Loudness

Darling, Not Mine - Poem by TheSilent Loudness

It seems a sandless hourglass runs
When near time till you and me, to us
Till where you lay and think my thoughts
And speak to me 'forget-me-nots'
To say to you what I have lost

Whenever asked your name I boast
Though yours is not my hand to hold
Even in gold, you're worth the most
My darling, sweetheart, mon seule chéri
Thoughts never could imagine a brighter dream
Than when I'm your own, mon seule chéri

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  • Susan Lacovara (10/8/2013 10:56:00 PM)

    Beautifully written...though yours is not my hand to hold...I found this lovely. I invite you to read my work, as well, as I am very new to this forum and appreciate any comments. I look forward to exploring your work further. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014

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