by D. L. Fitzpatrick
Thursday, April 03, 2003
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True lovers are reborn to love again...
Belov'ed once long ago thou wert
And all of thy sweets o'erflowed for
Like liquid gold in the early
In that land beyond the Aegean
Thou wert so heavenly and so
And wrought of the stuff of eternal
Thou wert mine only love, as now, my
And now, as then, my love for thee doth
We loved on a bed spun of Trojan
Thou wert Helen And I
Who by Pan's decree could never grow
But sleep came to us in the quiet
By the abundance of love's
Which returns now with that old
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|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Again I am highly intrigued|
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Love the antique poetry you weave....ty, Dani|
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|Very true! It was all mapped out before we were born. A dangerous man with a pen in your hand-you are. Teresa|
|Reviewed by A PAX
|I love the subject.....love reborn thru the ages....this is very good!!! I have a poem on my site called Artifacts of Love, thats on the same same subject!!!
love your writing!!!
|Reviewed by D. Fitzpatrick
|Elizabeth, The poem was typed by my secretary. Sorry for the mistakes which I will correct. Thank you. D.L.|