TO THE LONELY
She encircled me within her armsAnd on mine her lips she pressed
But never did I know her heart
And silently I wept
Then one dawn I met someone
Who loved me to loves depth
But never did I know her lips
And silenly I wept
TO THE LONELY
She encircled me within her armscountrypoet commented on TO THE LONELY
11-28-2009
11/28/2009
alexm0193 commented on TO THE LONELY
10-12-2009
10/12/2009
dmo8647 commented on TO THE LONELY
10-12-2009
10/12/2009
jesusfreake commented on TO THE LONELY
10-11-2009
10/11/2009
Lolee commented on TO THE LONELY
09-30-2009
09/30/2009
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.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.