A new love
So much has passed
Regret for not having you sooner
Yet knowing
I still have half a lifetime
To spend with you
Excitement and fear
Of the loving to come
vie with each other
Lending passion
To the days
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
cactusflower’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Spooky things | 0 | 09/05/2009 |
| A new love | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
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