Arthur Bernstein

Rookie - 1 Points (May 9,1953 / New York, New York)

Until Then - Poem by Arthur Bernstein

The rain from the sky was dripping.
The clouds were gray and low.
And dim was the dear old parlor
In the dying embers glow.
I looked at the face before me.
The cheeks and lips were pale.
And the words that then were whispered
Seemed echoed by the gale.
Love until until then,
Till life with me is o'er.
I will love you...I will love you,
I will love you forever more.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012

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