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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How long would a first love last, If it was followed by a blast? And what would it mean, If we watched it on a screen? During years of pretending, It never thought of descending, And I had to ignore What was an open door To an iridescent future, When love was a ready picture Carved in the soul of mine, That instantly made everything shine, And that hung above my bed To remind me of what I’ve shed, Of what will remain Always and forever there, Like a heavy rain So difficult to bear, Like a precious diamond, Impossible to break, Like when you believe it’s pleasant, And find the whole world shake. When I believe In what I can perceive As my happiness and my pride, Putting his highness aside, Finding a way to survive In spite of what he can deprive, Keeping me from looking any further, Locking me at the centre, Making me wait Until it ends For my own fate To tell what he defends. I’d never keep in me, With my eyes I want to see, Before I leave this world, Something new That won’t fit in a word And change the dim blue Into a vermillion bird That would carry To the onset of generations, Messages that are merry, That are alleviations Of all the despair That the world might declare. If he only knew In the middle of this crew Surrounding him for years Someone has dropped copious tears, For a pain that only his smile could erase, Nothing but love I could praise. Imagine how it feels When despite all what heals, What remains is vice Under an exorbitant price. What aloud I used to say, I would stammer today, After I receive my daily punch That became as usual as lunch And what I can still achieve Is nil with all the grief That I obtained within my belief. Jessica J. Hanna Jan. 06
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