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It Being a Given
by Ken HarnischIt being a given that you own me
In ways no one has, and no one will
And none of life’s vicissitudes
Has ever diminished your starlight;
Not through trials and tribulations;
Not through domestic strife in
Places far away, and well removed
From both our knowing;
Not through the passages of two
Divergent lives, which, while far
Apart, still maintain that proximity
Of hearts and souls that knows no
Boundaries we can yet define…
All that being given, at least to me,
I will throw my chances to the wind
And allow myself the indulgence
Of admitting I am captive
And try to carry on the best I can
Hoping you are as beautiful a jailer
As you’ve always been a dream.
11/12/2008 Author's Note: A lil different, M...but Tag, you;re it!
Posted on 11/12/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/12/08 at 07:28 PM Interesting idea, being owned. I know what you mean when someone thinks and you move accordingly, or a day ends and you know what that person is doing whereever they may be, regardless of how long it has been. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/17/08 at 12:15 AM Gotta be real, vital love (not infatuation or a love that feeds on being loved)relationship that you so effectively express. |
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