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The Greatest Love

The greatest love I've ever known
Was snatched away by fate
It left me with dark shadows
Also bitterness and hate

It threw me close to madness
Cloaked my soul in black despair
Her scent was all around me
Then disappeared into thin air

I feel her breath upon my cheek
Her touch upon my face
Her presence pulls at every step
Like fragile strips of lace

She clouds my thoughts in unknown ways
At night I hear her sighs
I force the burning tears to stop
As they rush to fill my eyes

Fate is fickle at its best
We are as so much grain
Why give to me an angel
Then replace her with such pain.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-24 at 11:24

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Albert
Love can be so fickle and can bring out all the suggested emotions and pain flowing through your verses, so descriptively.
Regards
Albert
2005-12-24


BlueyedSoul
Another wonderful piece Graham...so full of loss and pain..yet mixed with a deep and pure love.

Merry Christmas...many blessings to you and yours.

~BlueyedSoul
2005-12-24