A couple

A couple

A Poem by Mark
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Something I wrote in 2010 about someone special that will always be special.

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Was it me, was it you?
Did the days get away,
or did we simply get lost,
lost in our play?
I would give, I would bleed
I would carve in a seed
what our love would do
and plant it; a tree for you.
I remember what I was
what I listened to
Where I went and 
the words I spoke to you...
Think of the tree 
we would have now;
tall, strong, beautiful green
but I got us lost, and I grieve.
but whatever road I have left,
Whatever stars still shine on my path,
come with me, walk and hold my hand.
we will make the days we have left, grand.

© 2012 Mark


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hard to go back home, what was is not the same today, but live and do, do and live, give open spread your heart wide strong maybe the beat will bring a drummer to remind her of your hand alive and warm ready to stop and stand together, Partners in life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

12 Years Ago

Thank you Lee, that dream is done and gone dusty but it is still remembered. :)



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Strength in its sweet gentleness. Allows the reader to tag along with its unfolding tale. The invite to take the hand is more than just mere charm but intricately a part of the poem's drawing capacity. Well done and thanks for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful photo and words. I like the story and the positive ending. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


Love is eternal, and it grows, just like trees in nature,
When you're good with it.
Balance it, give water, and sun the same time
Such a yearning beauty, here, romance, and
Need on top! I enjoyed your words dear poet,

Lovely work,

E.L.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thank you dear, (I won't call you girl) :)

12 Years Ago

LOL, haha I saw it as a pretty compliment too, don't worry, I'm still young whohooo :P
That is really deep and well thought out.I often think I should plant a tree for my memories

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So sad and hopeful too, but I wonder if we refind love will it be as true?

Posted 12 Years Ago


hard to go back home, what was is not the same today, but live and do, do and live, give open spread your heart wide strong maybe the beat will bring a drummer to remind her of your hand alive and warm ready to stop and stand together, Partners in life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Mark

12 Years Ago

Thank you Lee, that dream is done and gone dusty but it is still remembered. :)
There is always hope - even at the turning :) Lovely xoxo

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awww...its soo sweet and touching...reminiscing about past sometimes gives happiness many a time pain...sometimes you atually wonder where you have gone wrong..very well written...evn i had done a poem on questions that were forever unanswered..:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mark

12 Years Ago

Thank you Fancy :)
reflecting is never an easy thing, great poem full of emotion

Posted 12 Years Ago



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