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Jonathan Stafford Poem
An old clock that will never chime,
song that was written without rhyme,
those words are silently spoken,
yet my dreams remain unbroken.
My thoughts and my feelings guide me,
as I shape things as they should be.
I wield my shield to save my mind,
and sword to conquer all I find.
I am filled with constant doubt,
that I find my destiny’s route,
before my precious time runs out.
Copyright © Jonathan Stafford | Year Posted 2015
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Jonathan Stafford Poem
I feel it when I look at you,
I hear it when I listen to you,
I dream of it each night
and even in the day too.
When time steals our vigor,
and fades our hair,
you're the only one I want there.
Please tell me you want to.
Please tell me you will.
forever may be forever, but it'll never be enough,
if I'm with you.
Copyright © Jonathan Stafford | Year Posted 2015
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