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UNTITLED
UNTITLED
It is you I have placed
above myself
and all others,
It is you my soul clings to
in my dying days
and for whom my heart sorrows
when there are no more tomorrows.
It is for you I will sing
my last song.
It is you I will remember
when I am gone.
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Comments
Frenchf
Sun, 2013-02-10 12:52
I will use this for my mother
Who did you write this lovely poem for?
Geremia
Sun, 2013-02-10 13:45
:)
:)
Frenchf
Wed, 2013-02-13 00:34
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What does that mean?
S.G. Blue
Sun, 2013-02-10 19:57
Sad and romantic. Beautifully
Sad and romantic. Beautifully simple.
Geremia
Mon, 2013-02-11 04:54
Thank you. When feelings get
Thank you. When feelings get lost in words,they are simply described by the author and not felt by the reader.
loved
Mon, 2013-02-11 05:10
we feel the author in you
emotional courageous and so true
we all still love you..
your words of wisdom
so fresh anew
as you slowly reach the horizon
which is far away in the distance
the dawn of light
sees another poem,
from you for us today...
many more shall and will come our way,
if you have a positive will
you'll much longer stay
and help mankind in all walks of life
in poetic armoury be that today's
Neopoets fashionary....
loved
Geremia
Mon, 2013-02-11 08:47
May it be as you say.
May it be as you say.
loved
Mon, 2013-02-11 09:25
GREAT THAT's it
keep it up
high morale
half battle is WON
TC
loved
loved
Mon, 2013-02-11 09:27
THE DOCS GAVE ME 6 MONTHS LIFE balance ...
that was 19 years ago..
haahhhaa
they are baffled
you know..
loved
Geremia
Mon, 2013-02-11 10:06
Italian proverb: In old age
Italian proverb: In old age the last thing welose is hope.
loved
Tue, 2013-02-12 00:33
but even that I will and
don't lose ever
till the plane takes off
i hope twill
and it does ..
loved
Roscoe Lane
Tue, 2013-02-12 01:25
Why not,
Why not call this beautiful poem , You, unless you intend to leave it untitled. Nice piece. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
Geremia
Wed, 2013-02-13 09:40
Thanks, Roscoe. I felt a
Thanks, Roscoe. I felt a title would somow trivialize the content,
joe