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Her one true melodious voice
Filters softly as I rejoice
Brings herself to my table
Company gone, I’m now disabled
By her sweet lyrics
Minus my life’s hysterics
Sunday mornings capture me
Propelled to places I cannot see
Her quiet words leave me intoxicated
My life now less complicated
Sing to me my reflective muse
Celebrate life with this recluse
Dream no more for someone to call
Her songs bounce against empty walls
Stay with me until consciousness appears
Sing to me and remove my fears
Be my one true answer
Remain my midnight dancer
Until we meet again
I wait silently in my den
Shadows keep me company
Until your sweet harmony
Descends upon my spirit once more
And opens heaven’s door
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| Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya |
3/9/2005 |
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| Wonderful flow...very very romantic write...cheers...love n luck...BHUWAN!!! |
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| Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson |
3/8/2005 |
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the flow is awesome and your words captivating!!!!
imagery out cold
well put-together piece!!!! |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
3/6/2005 |
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| tight imagery ... nice flow to this poem ... |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
3/6/2005 |
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This is truly a good romantic poem. Well-expressed, Keith!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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