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The Last Lover

Somewhere, she is ----- calling my name.... upon a breeze not blown; My love without her is but a shadow, a ghost of things to come.... how empty this vessel which could be a vessel of love entire ----- To walk with her upon the thread of eternity, and stop and sit midst her glory, for the rest of heaven I scarcely shall see, but lost in her eyes (my soul mate) Only one man shall dream ----- I shall hear from her what no man has heard: " You shall be the last...."

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Robert Lindley

Date: 5/7/2014 5:14:00 PM

Seeing such a future takes a keen mind, romantic heart and magnificent imagination! Having all three is a gift from God methinks.. You did very well, very well...

Joyeeta Neogi

Date: 3/30/2014 9:44:00 PM

Loved,the way you described the eternal love of yours :)

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 3/31/2014 4:27:00 PM

Very sweet to say Joyeeta! I am a hopeless romantic.... :-)

Inner Whispers

Date: 3/29/2014 8:28:00 PM

"You shall be the last" is one heartwarming assurance! You are a passionate lover and she is lucky!

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 3/30/2014 8:55:00 AM

Thanks whispers, but unfortunately I do not know who she is as of yet! Now and then I write a tribute to her, one day I'll whisper my poems to her perched upon a cloud in heaven, and we'll observe the glory and love of life....