Rachel Henley Poems

I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
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A violent flourish of love,
rushing and bursting, in veins and arteries.
Breathing life into old aching bones.
Pumping muscles with a fast paced rhythm.
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There are no thoughts I share,
My woes that are entirely my own.
I suffer from loneliness,
and it shakes me to the bone.
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Your name is lost on my lips.
Thoughts of you, written from my finger tips.
Your existence seems to be nothing to me.
To those who know me well.
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Merchant ships come to the shore,
Sailors love and leave for the sea,
It does not matter where we make port,
only where, we call home.
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Let me slide my fingers, in between the gaps of yours.
Clutch your hand as if we're about to do a leap of faith.
A risk that only two inseparable lovers would take.
We do not know where this fall will take us.
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Write me a poem my love,
Dedicate the words to me,
Look me in the eyes and recite it.
And I will give all my love to thee.
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I miss your footsteps in the hallway.
Arriving home from work at 6, always.
You would always forget to wipe your feet.
Leaving a trail of dirty footprints for me.
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I can only offer you a poets passion.
In the most dignified fashion.
Creative torment and lack of understanding from anyone.
Are two frequent attributes of mine.
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this heart knows pain,
as frequent as rain,
and harsh as snow,
wherever, whatever the weather,
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