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Poems and prose from a dark period of my life
Your love for me has wilted away and died
My favorite flower is the rose.
Just looking at its beauty takes my breath away.
You have been my rose through all these years.
As often as possible I would bring you a rose to share your exceptional beauty with.
Soon we will part and the tradition will end.
In its place, I offer you this gift, an enchanting glass rose, which will never die, as my love for you shall never die.
Your gentleness and kindness have improved on nature.
I thank you for your sweet tender touches and compassionate human patience.
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Women say, “I can’t get him to open up! He just doesn’t listen! I know there is something inside but, I can’t get it out of him.”
STARTING AGAIN
I had a male friend who would have breakfast with me on Sunday mornings every once in a while. On one of these occasions, we were eating breakfast and he seemed preoccupied and in his own little world. I asked him if there was anything wrong, and he started to explain that his dog had died last week. The dog was seventeen years old, and he had trained him from a puppy. The dog could dance, sit-up, beg, roll over, “say his prayers,” and many other tricks. My friend hurt so much that as he was talking about his dog, he had tears in his eyes. He swore he wo |
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When The Moon Knows Your Name
by Jon Willey
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 A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet |
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