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my Love speaks in riddles
by Michele Schottelkorbmy Love speaks in riddles
deciphering his mind
makes my own throb
with love and confusion and pain
all in the same breath
the days seem too long
yet i want more of them
the nights seem too short
yet i pray for them to pass quickly
to get to my fortnight
telephone discussions cloud our hearts
disrupt our overbearing sadness
distort perceptions already tainted by time
so when we two meet
eyes averted
fingers fiddling
attempting conversation
to unknowing avail
we feel lost
as if in a dream
as if strangers, married in this abyss called love
i miss you...
02/22/2003 Author's Note: sometimes... if you are apart too much, the sadness and frustration can become quite confusing and unbearable...
Posted on 03/14/2003
Copyright © 2025 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/19/05 at 01:33 PM in my grayest hour, yours is the beam illumining my way and blessed be they, steered by your beacon, it flurries the heart to stirring, to whip up oars to hurry to, to hurry to your shoals. |
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