for my val....
Where time has stirred this mortal flame
As the moon blend, you were there
My hope, my love
My dear one Sharon
In modest grace we stood the hash wind of time
As I constantly gaze upon your distanced face
I partly loved and partly feared
That I might rather feel than gaze
My soul reaches you even when my feeling were conquered
That I dare not compare thee with another
And through the glorious depth of thisday
I will bathe in the wondrous words of your lips
You fashioned me with a leading love-throb in my heart
And in many ways I find you in my thoughts
I look upon the heavens that bends above us and say
If God has chosen that I should not love thee
Let it be after death.
Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2011-02-14 at 11:14
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ETERNAL VAL
A moment in this equal excitementWhere time has stirred this mortal flame
As the moon blend, you were there
My hope, my love
My dear one Sharon
In modest grace we stood the hash wind of time
As I constantly gaze upon your distanced face
I partly loved and partly feared
That I might rather feel than gaze
My soul reaches you even when my feeling were conquered
That I dare not compare thee with another
And through the glorious depth of thisday
I will bathe in the wondrous words of your lips
You fashioned me with a leading love-throb in my heart
And in many ways I find you in my thoughts
I look upon the heavens that bends above us and say
If God has chosen that I should not love thee
Let it be after death.
Poetry by Owen
Read 619 times
Written on 2011-02-14 at 11:14
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