For all these words fly out like sparks,
And through you descend and meet into the admiring form,
And give the curious reader the beauty I see ,
For was there ever a lady so Idolised born.
The winding verses from years gone-by,
Onto future days they will venerate and run,
I do write of you it seems in tribute still,
For a disciples paean is never done.
And in our Autumn years of rest ahead,
Say; ‘He Loved me with devotion so dear,
So quiet he was in his placid self,
But his Heart was Impassioned and most violently sincere’.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 29th, 2024 19:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Another Unrequited Luv Poem. Forgive my ‘Soppyness’ for I do know what I do.
- Category: Love
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Comments4
Beautiful. Powerful work.
Thank you Thomas, appreciate your Comment.
Beautiful
Thank you 😊
You're welcome
Quite powerful write of dedication and devotion, well written
Thank you for Reading it.
You are very welcome
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