just words and birthday wishes to my first luv, though parted


BEHIND MY MEMORY

So passionate it was
A warm dearly day
Resting on our oars
And descended from above

A pretty once loved
A lass once cherished
Entangled the grace of both
In arrays before adieu

Seemingly truthful
We parted to search
A better half we hoped
An inamorata and inamorato
The deathless finally found

Of all I retained
A seed duly conceived
How affectionate she was
With smiles to the world
On 9th of November.




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2007-11-08 at 11:44

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