Her face is all I want to see,
A thing of such exquisite beauty.
How I long to touch her lips
With hands, with my own lips,
And how I wish those lips
Would part to speak, and how
I wish that what was once
Would be again, but it will
Not, and I resolve, submerged
In sadness, to move on, to
Teach myself to live without
That face.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-29 at 00:48

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Such yearning
So much longing
And yet goodbye

But those lips are quiet

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So sad. But heartfelt.