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A Poem |
| Name: |
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William |
| Date Posted: |
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May 30, 06 - 5:56 PM |
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butlerwm@hotmail.com |
| Message: |
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Okay. Let's see if I can get this right. Poetry is about emotion and painting a picture with it. I've tried four times in my life to do that. This is one of them.
Her Name
We stand beneath a star filled night,
and the moon shines down upon us.
On a cool eve of autumn,
she holds me and I am warm.
We stand spell bound,
and in all the world there is only her.
We whisper, we touch, we kiss,
and I am in love.
If she leaves me,
I will mourn her passing.
If she forsakes me,
I will know pain and anguish.
But I will hold her in my heart,
and if never I see her again,
always, will I love her,
For I have known her name.
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