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  • Lost Love

    LOST

    I look in his eyes
    The flame is gone
    I search for what use to be
    I run to the mirror
    To see a middle aged women
    I whisper
    Where did i go
    How did i loose
    His kisses once so sweer
    His touch once tenderI
    I felt his love
    I felt his warmth
    Now i look to the distence of
    The past
    I look to see
    Where did i go
    Where am i
    How did i loose
    I can not brearhe sometie
    When i feel the chill
    When my eyes meet his
    I cant see me
    Where did i go

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    opalherbert’s Poems (3)

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