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About This Poem
The Forgotten Lover
The Forgotten Lover
she dances in front of me
airborne on weighted wings,
burdened in detailed details.
blind to my eyes she stays
purposely hidden
but e'ver so viewable inside
in graceful soundless flight
doing daily do's and don'ts
arms spread wide, lips in wait
nobly christened to serve
giving a must
trusted beyond
she robotically marches forward
in her daily stride
tired, drained, alone yet filled
does she smile at the sunrise
rejoice with the moon
i am blind to either
who is there to hold her so dear
what does she taste like in a moment of tenderness
and gently stroke her golden heart
a life filled with her memories
of days and nights engrossed
in others
sadly, nary a kiss
arms holding nothingness
warmth that cools in time, waiting
alone at the end
boundlessly captured
waiting to be loved
the lover waits
for the lover
that has to be
© Charles H Keys, 2011. All Rights Reserved
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