Poems in Love [ii] It was so beautiful, last night when they strolled near the lake she told him, 'i love you' and meaning it, true. he believed her and smiled meekly, weakly. their time froze with that smile- and at that moment, they died they could slide on the clear hyaline surface called memory: though they were both cold, and quivering, her paling lips muttered his name, and in her she kept alive, between them, the fire unwavering, in the dark- between the hollow of their souls alarmed by kisses, the moon shone- perhaps it didn't. but it did not matter. for they are young. she toasted to the moon her desperate absinth of fading time- wasted, in pain, in confusion, in which she grew older, fainter, old enough to see life as luminous now. could shed tears still for silly things,and laugh occasionally. higher or lower, or more irredeemable, for her as long as she has his warmth in her hands, oh they could still dream on. for they are young. |
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English #10 18th June,2000 |