LOVES SORROW

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    LOVES SORROW

     The morning air smells of the salty sea mist
    The sands are warm from the suns kiss
    I walk with you in the morning light, my heart is filled with perfect delite
    Holding your hand gave me comfort and peace, my love for you will never cease
    The ocean waves clash on the  shore bringing memories of you once more
    We were so happy I know it was true, yet you walked away from me and left me blue
    You left, and I was  so alone to walk our beach on my own
    The misty air doesn't smell the same, the oceans roar wonders who's to blame
    the golden sun does't shine so bright anymore, the warmth of the sand has lost its lore
    You walked out on me without a word, you acted as if you no longer cared
    The magic and passion all this we had, what made it all go so bad
    I know longer walk the ocean shore, there's nothing for me there anymore
    I saw him just the other day, a wife and two children were at his side, I finally realized why are love was a lie
    Will I ever look for rainbows or feel the warmth of the golden sun
    and walk along the sandy shore again with someone
    Today I will not think of the past and of a love that did not last
    I'll look to the future and new dreams to share with someone who will truly care

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    jptennis123 commented on LOVES SORROW

    07-11-2009

    This poem is another mirror where I can see me. I had a great love that eternal it was suposed to be. Since the first day it started like a fire that it went never to cease. But one night a strong rain fell over my soul, now my eternal fire doesn't exist.
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    Roni commented on LOVES SORROW

    07-06-2009

    That was deep sweetlips thanks for sharing.
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    castlemist commented on LOVES SORROW

    06-24-2009

    This is really sad, but pretty...it feels like embers on a campfire the next morning......thanks for sharing it
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    sweetlips

    06/27/2009

    thank you for your comment and I do enjoy all you write

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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