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” A poem about memories of love ”
I miss your hand that used to hold my hand
I miss your eyes that used to smile at me
The needs of love don’t feel like a demand
I miss the hand that caressed my held hand
I miss your love and miss you as a friend.
When you gazed, your eyes lit what you’d see.
I miss the hand that used to warm my hand
I miss the eyes that used smile at me.
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the morning when we rarely spoke
On Purbeck Hills, we heard the singing lark
I miss your arms around me in the park
Poole Harbour’s beauty was a living spark
Sharing silent glances as we walked
I miss your arms around me in the dark
I miss the mornings, though we rarely spoke
Silent sharing; company in love.
With strangers; oh,that manufactured talk.
To be silent; dome of sky above
To be silent; spaciousness of love.
Strangers, how their talk can jolt and shove
I held your hand; caressing as we walked
Silent caring; sympathy of love.
No stranger, blindly snatching in the dark.
How my heart sings 