You Were


You Were

You were my one true love,
A true and real by nature, my fate,
Bound by love, my one true soul mate,
Why did I let me pride push you away?

You are gone now, so it's too late,
To turn back the clock and memories erase,
To hold you dear as you once did with me,
I realize now, what a fool, it's too late to be.

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

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

claytonbruster’s Poems (7)

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My Everything 4
Fleeting Thought 2
Since We Met 0
My Fantasy 0
Touching 4
You Were 0
Why? 1