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A love poem

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Above the high cliffs which hang over oceans vast

The tiny house clings on the mountain like a child's toy

Where my dearest sleeps in her depths now warm and cozy

Pillowed soft, her head rests on in breaths of calm serenity

Tranquility comes with a gentle breeze through open windows

That should be closed as winter soon will make a call

One day in the distant future I will return to you my love

Rolled in on the somber fog at 2:00 am to touch you

To hold you tight and kiss your rosy cheeks

Then leave as quickly before you are alarmed

Never to hold you in my arms again

We must remain as friends and spirits to each other

Two people who never met but never will forget

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

This poem is quite lovely Earl. It is a sort of fantasy write. Something wished for but never achieved. It has great warmth to it and is descriptive. I enjoyed the read. Hope you are keeping well my friend.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Chris, Thank you so much. I always appreciate your comments. So glad you liked it. I always thought it would be nice to have a cottage or bungalow on a high cliff overlooking the ocean. I hope things are good with you. Take care, Earl