Love Of The Young - Poem by Raymond Finnegan
I wanna hold onto you.
Let our hands guide themselves to truth.
Our lips touch and caress each other.
And as we part for the while...
a promise rolled off your lips that we would stay together forever.
an all-time high.
Yet to dissappoint and grief
gravity was so elusive
feet never left level ground.
Fell ten feet under.
The requiem ignited!
dressed in beauty
her presence seemed to set the universe ablaze.
to her gentle touch.
liquid potions evaporating.
and so tranquil.
as broken spindles
rupture in the heart.
Redeeming true purified love.
love was not the fate
it was our
I mean my curse.
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