my valentine
Sometimes I wonder if she is there
someone to hold, cool night air
beneath the stars we stoke the fire
a blanket below hearts desire
to talk through the night
as we explore
as bonds stregthen
searching no more
will I find the one I can trust
one that is faithful
not bent on lust
to walk together
through sands of time
forever yours
my valentine
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| my valentine | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| Sheep | 0 | 08/07/2009 |
| Father Time | 0 | 08/06/2009 |
| Anger | 1 | 07/30/2009 |
| Stained | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| Bitch | 1 | 07/26/2009 |
| Autumn Leaves | 0 | 07/19/2009 |
| Life | 2 | 07/12/2009 |
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