Oft I Thought

Oft I thought I loved her - her beauty and her grace. 
Oft I thought her lovely, the light dim beside her face. 
She spoke to me with twisted tongues 
and hands that moved in graceful ways - 
Oft I let her love me, though she left a bitter taste.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Christian-Bowling Avatar
May 6, 2014 at 6:12 PM
This is so true, love the poem Jay-Love Ettie
Palmer Avatar
May 6, 2014 at 6:05 PM
the reality of life,,,nice write Jay
Bordner Avatar
May 5, 2014 at 8:38 PM
Oft I needed love to punish me, Then I learned to set love free. You have made simplicity a beautiful revelry of love's trauma and triumph. A good woman needs be a good pain for a strong man. I respect the meditative, and truthful touch to this poem. A FAV. , thank you. J.A.B.
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