Toes touched feeling much
Sands shifted
And hours passed away
Twas September 8
His 32nd birthday
And he was the luckiest man alive
This was the first day of the rest of his life...
Was there ever such a moment
Surely he would have remembered this
Something so beautiful as a spirit
That perfect gentle being that improves everything
With sweetness, softness...
She was comparible to nothing
Lighter than everything
Sun paled in it's shine
Neither Moon could improve her
Now...
Life was gonna be fine.
Love was going to be
Different
This time.
(9/8/07: For Raymundo, You must reach forward Dear,Opportunity will not come any closer, Than this...Yes, I do know fear,that tiny little obstacle is worth getting over, to live your dreams.)I hope it was truly A Happy Day.
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Reviews of "He Didn't Even Kiss Her"
Reviewed by chris stienstra (Reader)
Reviewed on September 10, 2007
Jen,
Wonderfully done. We all hope, in times of love found, that "Love is going to be...Different...This time. I am one of the lucky people who have found this to be true. God Bless,
Chris
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Wonderfully done. We all hope, in times of love found, that "Love is going to be...Different...This time. I am one of the lucky people who have found this to be true. God Bless,
Chris
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