My Love
Do not ask me for another day,
for that I do not have at my command.
However, ask me for my love,
and I will give it to you
freely, completely and divinely
for all the days that are to be.
Bridgette Rodriguez
Copyright Pending
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Reflections of My Love | 0 | 11/09/2011 |
| I Abound | 2 | 11/08/2011 |
| Don't Cry for Me | 1 | 11/05/2011 |
| Fate | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| My Mother | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Boy With No Name | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| The New Day | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| In Need | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| Taken | 0 | 11/04/2011 |
| The Find | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Abyss | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Gloriously Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| My Love | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| The Roaring Sea | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| I Saw Him | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| Life's Seasons | 1 | 11/03/2011 |
| He Speaks to Me | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
| More Than Flight | 0 | 11/03/2011 |
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