Last night it came in segments,
A triplet wonder chain.
Three stories of our meeting
And talking once again.
The first, involved a lesson
That you might give to me.
On how to play it better;
A tennis match, you see.
The second, was of pulling
A thorn out of your arm.
You didn't scream or holler,
Consistent with your charm.
The third, more complicated.
A story of a loss.
You came to me for comfort,
A tale I might emboss.
It seemed the home you cherished
Was all but falling down.
You said you had to leave it,
And might move out of town.
I put my arm around you.
It seemed to be so real.
I know how losing something
Is hurt you can't conceal.
We walked together slowly,
And closely hand in hand.
For holding you so gently;
Is love, you understand.
We talked in gentle whispers
So close the words were clear.
I can't recall I ever
Had held you oh so near.
You seemed to want to be there.
You didn't pull away.
It struck me, you responding
And wanting me this way.
Twas then I knew the answer,
The source of every tear.
The pain that comes from knowing
You never held me near.
But this was what I live for,
A pleasant dream of you.
It doesn't happen often,
So this is what I'll do.
I'll take my pen and write it,
So it won't disappear.
This dream I dearly cherish,
The Time You Held Me Near.
A beutiful poem so beautifully written. Thank you sir for sharing your talent with us. I also am taking this one to my favorites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a blissful, loving piece. the longing to be near the one you love. so beautiful, so magnificent.