Piece of Me
I've heard it said
that when we love,
a piece of us we lose.
It carries on with lovers lost,
whose memories we choose.
Never to forget the good,
past grievences grow dim.
Reminiscing of the past
becomes so sweet and dear.
So when I see you once again,
my heart, it skips a beat.
For in your eyes I see a piece
of me is still with you.
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)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hope | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| Wonder or Whole Wheat | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| White Sands | 3 | 07/03/2009 |
| Success | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Piece of Me | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Breath | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Love Creates | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| When I Grow Up | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| Heart Song | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Energy of Life | 2 | 06/05/2009 |
| Whispers | 5 | 06/01/2009 |
| Reflections | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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