Poem -

T'was Love

T'was Love

 
A memory this night it swims in a teared flood 
And lies upon the banks white and cold 
This stream of past pictures passes up the velvet countryside
T'is celebrates love, T'is celebrates love 

Seized from heaven so tears do form 
This earthly world in desperate need
Snatched from the palm of love 
T'was love that night,  T'was love that night 

Strike me Love, for no man has ever loved like this before 
And then had to change his name from Eros, 
'Twas the lover that has his body now cast upon the banks
His heart destroyed,His heart destroyed 

A thousand breaths cannot save the dead 
And the highest banks cannot stop the floods
For the lover t'was love that night,
T'was love that night 

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Stephen Weyant

so eloquent jai!

soul stirring write of love lost!

you are spectacular my friend

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Jai Masters

I am spectacle I hear you Stephen

i am so!! Thank uuuuuu :) Liv n Luv Jai

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Jai Masters

Susan I am short fellow his poor relative 

Only wealth I have is love of poetry, 

art and child 

only respect is for the reader who 

must interpret 

only life is this one 

i like your comments 

thank uuuuuu ! 

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