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Love to keep
Two sail upon a boat,
Two hearts but not one beat.
Two pilgrims on a road,
Heavy burdens, weary feet.
A gleam of hope, a light,
As two lonely gazes meet.
Hearts revived to life,
One now the other's beat.
My lips touch yours,
The taste is truth it seems.
But souls have wounds,
One's love the other seeps.
Two eyes one cry,
Red cheeks drenched in tears.
Two lungs one sigh,
Screams swallowed in fears.
Hearts of wings do fly,
To fall to sorrow's deep.
The lips of truth do lie,
Those lies I now shall reap.
The heart awaits to die,
Alone without a beat.
The soul's fountain runs dry,
It has no love to keep.
Love to keep
Two sail upon a boat,
Two hearts but not one beat.
Two pilgrims on a road,
Heavy burdens, weary feet.
A gleam of hope, a light,
As two lonely gazes meet.
Hearts revived to life,
One now the other's beat.
My lips touch yours,
The taste is truth it seems.
But souls have wounds,
One's love the other seeps.
Two eyes one cry,
Red cheeks drenched in tears.
Two lungs one sigh,
Screams swallowed in fears.
Hearts of wings do fly,
To fall to sorrow's deep.
The lips of truth do lie,
Those lies I now shall reap.
The heart awaits to die,
Alone without a beat.
The soul's fountain runs dry,
It has no love to keep.
Wished Too Much.
My Dear, I make you a promise, a promise to hold true;
If God is to call me back before he calls you.
I will go to the skies to the beautiful place,
To write your name in gold, in the stars' embrace.
Even if I was to do this thing,
It wouldn't begin to speak my love.
And was my love a song to sing,
Forever past would it be sung.
After the skies and moon,
When the stars are past.
Will our love be intune,
There in the empty vast.
But let me stop here, for I have wished too much.
Olny to wish is not to love, and my love is such.
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My Dear, I make you a promise, a promise to hold true;
If God is to call me back before he calls you.
I will go to the skies to the beautiful place,
To write your name in gold, in the stars' embrace.
Even if I was to do this thing,
It wouldn't begin to speak my love.
And was my love a song to sing,
Forever past would it be sung.
After the skies and moon,
When the stars are past.
Will our love be intune,
There in the empty vast.
But let me stop here, for I have wished too much.
Olny to wish is not to love, and my love is such.
#review #le #poetry