Love be kind to me,
lest I find you beyond reach
where pain has no rest -
and knowing where my heart cannot go,
lose it still.
Love be glad of me,
that arriving from my waking dream
you will wish to stay -
and morning be always again.
Love be finally mine
and doubtless true to me,
for long before I thought to search
my hope looked farther than I could see
and brought you here.
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Author:
Tonya Titus (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2026 14:29
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Comments2
A deeply romantic poem well worded and nicely done.
Thank you Dear Sir
You are most welcome
Amour élégance renaissance !
Much appreciation
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