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Angel of the Morning

There you are again, posing in my mind.
I struggle to forget you, with every breath I find.

Angel of the morning, you greet me every day.
Every day I send you, to a place I've shaded grey.

Perhaps the fault is mine, love, I cannot quite erase,
The seduction of your lips or the scent of your embrace.

Curse those dreams I do, but they always reoccur,
Oh, I welcome them sincerely, of this much I am sure.

"No strings to bind my hands," you said upon depart.
Careless, I sure was, while caressing your sweet heart.

I wish there'd been written, on our love a warning:
Young man do not kiss, an Angel of the morning.

Sweet sorrow now I know, what it means: 'tis gone.
Let me live another night, I can't face another dawn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 10/23/2017 4:17:00 PM
Such a sad poem about love and loss. John I am seeing depths I had not expected but perhaps I should have. Well done.
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Date: 10/25/2017 11:39:00 AM
You'd be amazed the depths I can sink to! ;-)