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My first poem here
Written by: Zaalander
Date: Sunday, August 27th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Whee my first post to this newsboard, here is a poem about love,
breaking up and losing someone close. Hope you like it and hope I can
come up with more in the future.
Emerald green eyes,
Insane stupidly happy feelings,
A gentle kiss, A tender touch.
The feelings a remember most,
My heart used to pound so,
With each passing though of her.
I saw her in my dreams,
I held the one perfect one,
She was the One, the special one
I asked, and oh so happily she accepted.
Love abounds, a child is born,
Two are bloodlined, one is lost.
Emotion stirs, as tears of pain now creep up
A lost mind, a broken heart.
With all of thine might, he loved her so,
Would have given his life for her, for ANYTHING.
Lost the two were, drifting apart in the seas of love.
Now apart they be, still loving each other.
The pain is strong, both here and there,
But the love and time will be stronger.
The wounds grow deep, stopping at bone,
Leaving time to heal, and friends to nurture back.
Broken again now, is the whole,
Shifting on the tides that ebb at the heart.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 429 AF.
My first poem here
Written by: Zaalander
Date: Sunday, August 27th, 2006
Addressed to: Everyone
Whee my first post to this newsboard, here is a poem about love,
breaking up and losing someone close. Hope you like it and hope I can
come up with more in the future.
Emerald green eyes,
Insane stupidly happy feelings,
A gentle kiss, A tender touch.
The feelings a remember most,
My heart used to pound so,
With each passing though of her.
I saw her in my dreams,
I held the one perfect one,
She was the One, the special one
I asked, and oh so happily she accepted.
Love abounds, a child is born,
Two are bloodlined, one is lost.
Emotion stirs, as tears of pain now creep up
A lost mind, a broken heart.
With all of thine might, he loved her so,
Would have given his life for her, for ANYTHING.
Lost the two were, drifting apart in the seas of love.
Now apart they be, still loving each other.
The pain is strong, both here and there,
But the love and time will be stronger.
The wounds grow deep, stopping at bone,
Leaving time to heal, and friends to nurture back.
Broken again now, is the whole,
Shifting on the tides that ebb at the heart.
Penned by my hand on the 6th of Mayan, in the year 429 AF.