Oiled with Love.
He was the lock and I was his key.
I could not see how the door when swung open
would render me so unhinged.
Now this lighthouse walking a beam
across sea finds nothing but dark for moorings
have slipped their holding.
Storm may shake its violent sheeting
against windows and no one but me sees glass
can shiver and flinch
Oh if this castle could have him back
in it, lock and key love-oiled as before its walls
once more would be whole.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay.
A fine write, and a lock without a key is lonely indeed.
Another fine ode to lost love, Fay, as only you can pen them!
Very beautiful Fay.
Another beautiful write Fay.
Fay,
As everyone has said...a beautiful write!
I still remember that unhinged feeling when that key unlocked that door!
The feelings are still all there!
Like the pic you chose for your perfect poem!
~Laura)
ya can't beat a bit o old fashioned love, specially when it happens in a castle...... in days of yore.....
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