I'm No Poet Nor Lover Poem by valentin savin

I'm No Poet Nor Lover

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I'm no poet nor lover

That early spring we stood at night -
Just only you and I.
We talked and kissed in the moonlight,
The stars were shining high.

The moon was casting glance at us.
Your face was captivating me.
You told me with enthusiasm:
Such beauty there, don't you see?

But looking at the Milky Way
I mumbled somewhat fast:
-We'll perish under it one day.
You suddenly felt aghast.

I messed up all the things thereby,
That killed your enthusiasm and fervor.
And caught with the side of my eye -
I'm no poet nor lover whatsoever.
08.05.2006

Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lost love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 09 February 2019

But looking at the Milky Way I mumbled somewhat fast: -We'll perish under it one day. killing the enthusiasm....... you are a poet. and a lover.. just opposite to what you wrote at the end. tony

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valentin savin 09 February 2019

Many thanks to you, dear Dr.Tony!

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Dr Antony Theodore 25 October 2018

That early spring we stood at night - Just only you and I. We talked and kissed in the moonlight, The stars were shining high. lovely emotions expressed in an endearing way dear poet. thank u. tony

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Valentin Savin 25 October 2018

Thank you very much, dear Dr.Anthony, for your kind comment.

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Bri Edwards 16 June 2018

(cont.) ....But caught with the side of my eye -...i think i'd use And caught... i am no (great) lover, except of MYSELF! but i DO fancy myself (as i struggle against my straitjacket) to be a GREAT poet! ! to MyPoemList. bri :)

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Bri Edwards 16 June 2018

That early spring we stood out night - ...i suggest at night or one night That died your enthusiasm and fervor. ........maybe killed for died? your third stanza is like a Rothschild (aka Fabergé) egg: FABULOUS! ! but, let's face it: you 'BLEW IT in the romance competition! ! ! ! ; ( (cont.) ..

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Valentin Savin 23 June 2018

Or my dear friend it's only now that I've noticed so dear to me your editions of my poem. I'm so thankful to you, that I have no words to express my feelings. I gladly accept your corrections. In Russia we say that thanks is not to be pored into the glass. Meaning that you can't drink it. :))))

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