Scribbler Of Verses Poet I do not know?

You and I

You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.

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Anne-Lise Andresen March 13, 2013 at 7:34 AM - Lovely, many sad emotions in your poems. You write very well - Have a beautiful day. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :) Scribbler Of Verses March 13, 2013 at 7:37 AM Thank you for your warm words, Anne-Lise :-) I hope you have a lovely day too ... Stay well!