My Forbidden Prince

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    My Forbidden Prince

     Alone I sit in the moonlight
    praying your thinking of me
    As the cool wind blows harder
    sending a chill through my veins

    I have to lock away the memories
    of the love you once showed me
    It was hot, strong and powerful
    like that of the suns rays

    I had you once my Prince
    but I so foolishly let you go
    Now the feelings you show me
    are as cold and hard as ice

    My Prince is now forbidden
    showing true passion for another
    The woman that took my place
    is someone I could never be

    So alone I sit in the moonlight
    praying my Prince thinks of me
    Knowing that forever
    my Prince will be my greatest memory

    BY: Natasha L. Bosko
    7/2/2009

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    rollerderby commented on My Forbidden Prince

    07-28-2009

    We all have regrets of lost love or of love gone wrong. But it's up to each of us whether or not we are stronger than that loss. I've loved and lost so I know from that experience, that if you believe there is another out there, you can find them. Great poem dear.
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    nbosko

    07/28/2009

    Thank you very much for the comment. I have found another that loves me just as much as I love my forbidden prince. But you never get over your first love.

    Roadie commented on My Forbidden Prince

    07-24-2009

    Very nice, Natasha. Must have been a foolish prince to leave you...lol. Can't promise anything, but I have a frog that swears it's a prince, if you'd like to kiss him and find out...lol. Just kidding. Great poem. I am sure that your prince thinks of you. Roadie
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    nbosko

    07/27/2009

    Actually I let him get away, and now I can never get him back. Thanks for your comment though. I would love to kiss your frog...lol just kidding..Natasha

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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