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Click hereIt wasn’t how he held my hand
the look upon his face
the way his body moved toward mine
relentless in his pace
It wasn’t in his longing stare
his eyes alight on fire
the way he looked into my soul
and laid me on our pyre
It wasn’t how he breathed my name
each syllable his life
or how his heart called out to mine
across the lonely night
It wasn’t in the shadowed sky
the clouds, the stars, the moon
or in the blazing light of day
our heat that made me swoon
It wasn’t when or why or how
the words, the dance, the song
the conversations in the night
the writhing waiting long
It wasn’t with reluctant love
the way we fell so fast
or how he held me from the fall
and promised it would last
I’ll never understand the why
all reason thought suspended
our love was simply meant to be
just as the fates Intended
I loved it, felt the iambic feel was a little forced at times but it still flowed.
okie, so im not much of the type to commnt but i just wanted t say that your a extremly good writer and no matter what others say, you shouldnt ever stop writing. Ive spent the past two days reading Leader Of The Pack and Mira. When i was about to leave your page i noticed the poems....I just felt the need to tell you this poem really touched me, the whole time reading it, i couldnt stop thinking of my ex. Ill admit i even shed a few tears... Thank you for allowing me to read your writing..
---Love Peace And Happiness
--Love Is Love
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