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Refusal

Forevermore I’ll still desire you,
Despite that never shall you speak my name,
I’ll always love the silly things you do,
And think of how delightful life can be.
When first I kissed you underneath our tree,
Where now a forest grows of guilty shame,
My heart discovered pure serenity,
And thus refuses ever split in two.

10/31/2016
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Darren White Date: 11/1/2016 3:35:00 AM Underneath the tree now is a bench, where you can sit, serene, with a whole heart. Login to Reply Phillip Garcia Date: 11/1/2016 3:57:00 AM Oh I like that . very nice

Chris Green Date: 10/31/2016 10:35:00 AM I feel a sadness in this, the forest, now overgrown, hides what was shared, though it will never be forgotten as is the love the poet feels. Login to Reply

Paloma P Date: 10/31/2016 9:32:00 AM I'm laughing at Daniel's comment. I want to know what went on under the old Oak tree first. Guilty shame is always savored in the moment, then in retrospect you get this type of poetry. :) Login to Reply Phillip Garcia Date: 10/31/2016 9:54:00 AM Ha, pretty much . Happy to see you're alive

Daniel Turner Date: 10/31/2016 9:27:00 AM "Well the first thing you know Ol Jed's a millionaire,. The kin folks said, Jed move away for there. They said, Californie is the place you ought to be, So he loaded up the truck and he moved to Beverly, Hills that is swimming pools and movie stars. Login to Reply Phillip Garcia Date: 10/31/2016 9:54:00 AM Hahaha! Poetic beauty, DT

Probir Gupta Date: 10/31/2016 7:23:00 AM Beautiful ... crystals of delight ... Login to Reply