take little

she came to me so wise, with truth writ in her eyes
she took my hand and held it to her heart
there’s nothing I could say, could catch the magic of that day
to picture it beyond my feeble art

her hair, a radiant crown, matched the colour of her gown
her knowing gaze transfixed me where I stood
and despite the passing years, the memory still brings tears,
contained in it is all I know of good

before her I was lost, though many miles I’d crossed
in search of a meaning for this life
then on the day we met, I knew I could forget
loneliness, if she’d become my wife

but fate holds me in spite, for on that cursèd night
death crept up and took my lover’s hand
and though I howled and raged, like a beast that’s caged
death will always be beyond command

this much have I learned, reach out and you’ll get burned
love’s a joke the fates rejoice to play
better for your health, stay bound within yourself
take little and give not a thing away

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  1. damommza

     /  February 4, 2012

    That’s so sad!!! :-((( Well written, but sad! :-((( I do like it though! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€
    October ’73? or your 1,073rd poem?

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    • Thank you, and actually it’s neither, I just forgot to give it a title 😳 I’ve no idea what the significance of the number is πŸ˜€

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      • damommza

         /  February 4, 2012

        AH!! and now my comment looks like a secret code! πŸ˜† It’s a very good poem. I’d like to see an epilogue.

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        • An epilogue? Are you kidding? It only took a short while to write the first four verses and hours to write the fifth! Which is why I forgot the title, I was just so relieved to get it finished πŸ˜†

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          • damommza

             /  February 4, 2012

            LOLOLOLOLOLOLOOLLOOLOLLOOL πŸ˜† πŸ˜† πŸ˜†

            I challenge thee!

            Emboldened by the pain, with nothing left to gain
            I decided to revisit one more time
            to settle up the score, and feel pain no more
            or my life won’t be worth one thin dime

            and to my surprise, I was met with big blue eyes
            belonging to the one I loved the most
            Though I left her on that bed, she clearly wasn’t dead
            and what I saw before wasn’t a ghost

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