Regrets
I loved a brittle girl so sweet,who kept her feelings close.
She never dared to show herself -
my shaded summer rose.
Her smile was like a thousand stars
that shone upon my land.
We rarely spoke but always touched,
cause bliss laid in her hand.
Sometimes I slept between her breasts
where flesh enfolded soul.
Her dreams were love and motherhood;
of family - of whole.
But I was young and only thought
of glories to be won
and now it's late - yes, much too late -
as she has since moved on.
Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2013-01-16 at 21:39
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