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robust emotions
of a heart so young
touches the emptiness
of a heart much older,
that remembers
love-sweetened moments,
from such a time-distant past,
never taken for granted
in life's current path...
some doors opened for awhile
only to stay closed now,
whatever the destined purpose
it was all too brief,
as I remember
new beginnings,
then taste again
love's bitter loss.
I must leave behind
some things
only to move ahead,
alone...
but only time moves forward
making the present day reality
somewhat distasteful
for hope-filled fantasy
is so much more comfortable...
so I write in the
over-abundant time
of these days
pure words,
of a love so sweet
created to understand
the yearning
but my fate,
is to be discreet...
this verse is not for sharing
for there can be
no soft touch,
no tender kiss,
to warm my poetic soul
to a whimsical bliss...
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