Till snow all melts and dies
While weeping willow cries
I’ll stay and sleep till spring
When soaring skylarks sing
Till seasons turn once more
And sea, sunset and shore
Recall to reverie
My memories of thee
Of thee, sweet summer love
When there were gods above
And you would always wait
To meet me by the gate
Till darkness it was gone
And light it lit upon
Our souls down by the stream
Where love was all we’d dream
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 13th, 2018 12:03
- Comment from author about the poem: For Laura
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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Thank you for the post, my friend!
I love the painting! It complements the poem beautifully! Of course, you know how I feel about the poem! Superb!😊
~Laura~
What is it you said? A versifying vagabond with delusions of grandeur? Well, I say phoohy!! Beautiful piece of work from an " aging poet" . I believe you ARE what you strive to be. A poet. This brings to mind young love. Summer days together. Wonderful. Love it.
Beautiful 🙂
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