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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Forever in the wind, the gale, the tempest gone…… though, lingering caress of cheek and thigh remains as does the precious memory of fires glow. Winds leavings lesson, shreds the sheets of time’s retreat and, at last, the snow melts listless in spring’s arms, warm. Soft breezes tease her auburn hair, she sighs “Oh, love..” The flames of brash passion bank with his absence,"Love.." The woodland cottage shutter bang , they say “He’s gone…” Around her unclad form, he’d wrapped his cloak so warm, where maiden laid abed within, his sweet scent remains. The war had come and he must go, he must retreat. The ripening moon has passed behind the clouds a glow Yet, deep within a single seed, follows nature’s glow. The pulse, the heart, the art, of tales, unbridled... love. No amount of jeers or warnings can bring retreat, for he is not removed, dismissed, a leaving gone. See his eyes reflected from the face where she remains? See the brand he’s placed upon her heart, so warm. Clarity can not make more clear, the trace of warmth No prismatic glass can intensify the glow. The brilliant bloom, the blush, so, it doth remain. When willow weeps upon the wind, she shan’t for love. Ne’er lay like Ophelia on the water “He’s gone…….” A gifting he has left, a grace, in his retreat. That winter wind which blew the fairest love to his retreat left empty days and nights of gloom no longer warm. “Oh, he harried all the dark emotions….gone…….” and left a different brightness, a face a glow. Soon, with the fall of maple leaves, she’ll bare his love and all that matters in this world with thus remain. A wee bairn will birth from such love and will remain. Upon bosom blessed, he’ll rest with pain in retreat. The fairy folk will not receive her dearest love. The skirt of meadow grass will not his wee frame warm for her longing has been fulfilled with this child's glow, the forest god’s and she can see that he ne’er gone. The bairn remains, his gift, memory unwrapped, warm. The retreat of fire forces internal glow for love she’d given all her heart, and he ne’er gone.
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