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A Poem by Chris
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"Isn't It Strange..."

Have you ever wondered over

The how's and why's that

The same words can say

So many different things

And often express so many emotions...

Simultaneously.

A tear can be of pain or joy...

A fear can be "love"...

And what of love?

It can be heaven,

The greatest, highest moment of our lives...

Or hell,

The deepest, blackest pit into which we fell.

We talk of the sun and the moon

and the stars...

We speak of them with wonder or with tears.

Even a "smile..." can be of despair.

The same words, same soul, same tears

Heaven and hell

Isn't it strange.

"My Dearest... Missing... Memory..."

"My Dearest..."

"Missing..."

"Memory..."

I never knew

That holding you

Would be so right...

Could mean so much.

Your lightest touch

Leaves such a smile in its path.

Knowing you,

Is the blessing of my life.

Loving you...

Is heaven on earth.

I pray...

I pray

I'll never forget holding you,

Knowing you...

Loving you...

Wanting you more each day.

I can't let that go...

I won't let it go...

My love...

I pray...

I pray

I'll never forget holding you,

Knowing you...

Loving you...

Wanting you more each day.

I can't let that go...

I won't let it go...

My love...

You know...

There are times I can't remember yesterdays.

Merest moments when it all... goes away.

Leaving only the wonder of the "whys"

And the lightest hint of endings peace.

So many times, its just so hard continuing "to be..."...

All the hurts and fears and tears and memories

Crowd so close, one atop another

'Til the mountain of molehills

Overshadows all that is me.

I pray...

I pray

I'll never forget holding you,

Knowing you...

Loving you...

Wanting you more each day.

I can't let that go...

I won't let it go...

My love...

 

© 2012 Chris


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Added on March 30, 2012
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Chris
Chris

Lansing, MI



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