My PalomaA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.
My Paloma
You and I. We knew the sacred fire of love once. You and I. We were like careless children whispering promises of the love words, we couldn't keep.f You and I. We held mistress love closely and afar in the same seconds. You and I. We cradle love tightly, knowing our love wasn't for the taking. You and I. Dear Paloma, we knew the taste of sweet love and the wealth of deep kiss and long embrace. You and I knew. We had accepted treason too, we loved words and song over the delight and the charm of love. You and I learned. Love never died, just simmered till the heart find the profound place and need to return to. You were my sacred fire and everlasting place of great need to return to. Dear Paloma. Without you. I'm truly alone. You are my Beatrice and I have became a story in your words. John Castellenas/Coyote © 2017 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 30, 2017 Last Updated on June 30, 2017 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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