(Repost; I deleted this by accident)
Cliché, yes, but who cares? This is for my love, of course.
This poem is set up a bit different than showed here, but poetbay seems not to accept it the way I want it. The words are still there though!
to whateverend
Yes,
Light the torches
carry me through
In cold nights
I will need you
Show me every
colour of your cloak
Indeed, there are many
Grant me the water
from the well of your soul
Indeed, purer than any
I will follow thee, my love
to whateverend
Yes,
You are the shining diamond
among the dreary rock
You are the breathing life
among the futile mass
You are the answer
among the questions
My love,
listen closely
for I speak to you the truth;
I will follow thee, my love
to whateverend
Poetry by J. E.
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Written on 2007-09-04 at 23:16
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Cliché, yes, but who cares? This is for my love, of course.
This poem is set up a bit different than showed here, but poetbay seems not to accept it the way I want it. The words are still there though!
To whateverend (my love)
I will follow thee, my loveto whateverend
Yes,
Light the torches
carry me through
In cold nights
I will need you
Show me every
colour of your cloak
Indeed, there are many
Grant me the water
from the well of your soul
Indeed, purer than any
I will follow thee, my love
to whateverend
Yes,
You are the shining diamond
among the dreary rock
You are the breathing life
among the futile mass
You are the answer
among the questions
My love,
listen closely
for I speak to you the truth;
I will follow thee, my love
to whateverend
Poetry by J. E.
Read 758 times
Written on 2007-09-04 at 23:16
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