The Year You Come To Me

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Revised and edited from an older version a poem called. "The Year You Came To Me"

The Year You Come To Me

You are so beautiful, my love.
I’ve hear the winds of passion all day.
I see stardust falling from ebony skies.
You are the very essence of what stardust is.
And you are making all this happen for me..
Praise be to God, for your love, my soul mate.

My darling, my love, my would be husband,
You are truly the most amazing man.
You’re kind and highly treasured.
You are truly mine, yes you're mine,

My very essence of all that love is.
My man, the runner of the skies,
I know not where heartache lies.
It’s you who never said goodbye.


After all these years, you’ve waited.
But it's now my turn to wait for you.
You are here but, yet you are not here.
Doth time so quickly fly? It’s true, it’s true.
You are meek, yet kind with very blue eyes,
 

You never stop plotting, panning to see me.
I’ll wait, I’ll wait, yes, I’ll still I wait, for you.
Is this the year you’ll come me to me.
Come my love, come to me, I love you.

I despise myself, when I am lonely
Wanting more and more from you only.
God made us one, the two, it’s true.
I'm grateful, the two, are me and you.

What shall right this wrong?
That which keeps us separated, has you gone.
It tries to keep us farther and farther apart.
As you are the joy that feds my heart.


Together we shall sing again our song of songs.
Sung one night, seemly so long ago,
Into the stratosphere three years no more,
The year you came to me or rather,
I came to you, you know.

CatsMeow ©2011. All rights reserved.

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CatsMeow commented on The Year You Come To Me

05-16-2011

Glad you liked it. Thanks for your commnet.. CatsMeow

Sempersperans commented on The Year You Come To Me

05-16-2011

What a heart-felt poem this is! It expresses so well the yearning for togetherness of two devoted but separated lovers , the pain & sweetness of lasting love .

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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