Patrick Cornwall Poet Romanticism

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Those lovely eyes. Just a glance and I'm filled with wonder.
Soft but smiling they lift my weariness and my heart is released.
Do they see me? It doesn't matter... Much.
I feel them touch me but with worry I wake and see the empty place.
The bed is relieved of you yet I long for one more touch from your warm hands.


The tree bends and sways.
Gone as the wind lifts the fallen tear.
I loved you  as I raked your sorrow.
Snow and rain has covered your sadness .
And will make them new starting over.

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Poet Destroyer A December 6, 2011 at 10:35 PM I is a mighty word.. I I am glad no one ever sold them selves short... strating is worth the step..ENJOYED.. thank you for sharing your wonderful poem;-) Have yourself a very lovely day, always,..p.d.