The Poet
And I knew him
In a way
I never knew myself;
somehowI understood
the sadness
in his heart,
and I felt the
bleeding
and the needing
that ran so
deep within,
and I fell
without a doubt
in love
with him;
for when I read his poems,
I saw ...his soul
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
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