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Perhaps
by Alisa Jsmaybe you stole the song from me
perhaps,
a momentary stifling of the notes I came to know
and hold so dear
yet,
it matters not in the greater scheme of things ...
true love is eternal
and continues to beat with every turning of the page
no twists and turns
with every whisper in the evening air, hints of ...
I will remember the golden days and nights of joy
torrid bouts of me and you
they fill the spaces in my head when I find myself
missing ... 11/11/2007 Posted on 11/12/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/12/07 at 05:36 AM Very few do longing as well as you, man. Another home run. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/12/07 at 04:35 PM ...alisaJ, thisssss is stupendous, wheeesh, and whooosh, i love this pome, this skewing of love, a transient but constant mellow drama of love be, love requests, love asks...love is! i love the distant view of love in this existentially deep pome...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/12/07 at 06:59 PM A pleasure to read your work again, Sweet Alisa! |
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