Poem -
Loves recognition.
I often wonder at what point
love turned around and left us
~ there was so much to see
But nothing within the emptiness,
If only time stood still long enough ,
would love be framed,
A beautiful moment
Captured upon the mantle
pieces remembered
In innocence
Never covered in hatred
Painted not with ashes from Our
smoldering heart's
Burnt beyond recognition,
A soul never
seeks permission to fly
eyes seek no permission to cry
Hearts definitely
Seek no permission to die
That's the thing about love.
Nardine Sanderson 02/04/2015.
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Comments
Amazing write doll. You might make me cry. Much love
*Keith
Aww bless, no tear's, sadly this was written during the overflow of mine, but now you all have a part of my aching, much love to you Keith nardine xoxo