Love Never Dies

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    Love Never Dies

    The love we shared was so special.
    Roses that you gave to me, I would shed a tear.
    With your big black long overcoat, inside of it I felt fine.
    Your eyes that are so confine, you hypnotize me and lust I combind.
    So far, I thought it was meant to be.
    The blackest of your black hair is so fabricating to me.
    The love that was and is will never die.

    The love we shared was so powerful, no meaning for the reasons will explain how much I love you.
    The use of the word I can't decline with fate.
    I don't fumble with my mind or my heart.
    Love can be tricky to the one who fumbles.
    Even if you go, love never dies nor forgets.
    Love is there until you die or just get old and weary.

    The love we shared seemed so long ago.
    Do you remember it?
    Do you remember me?

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    Shan commented on Love Never Dies

    07-01-2009

    This is the matter of fact. Really the "love can be tricky to the one who fumbles"..... Love never dies....

    kdarcy commented on Love Never Dies

    06-14-2009

    Very true on so many counts, a good read indeed. I to love the tricky - fumble line. We all recall one from the past, usually far into the future when we wonder on where we have been- both good and bad. Got a minute, check my works, thanks

    Michellekm35 commented on Love Never Dies

    05-24-2009

    "Love can be tricky to the one who fumbles"...that's brilliant! And very true....I liked this poem very much..

    xxlheart commented on Love Never Dies

    03-26-2009

    oh this is so sad. always fond of poetry that shares the writer's heart with the reader. excellent piece!

    orsonav commented on Love Never Dies

    03-14-2009

    You write wonderfully concerning love. This is an excellent write.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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