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.....in your heartbeats.

Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure

Tags: Love

Love is a recollection that we once treasured in forever… and what is a memory … just a part of our Self that we lost over the time.. calling us back.

Dedicated to this sweet guy ;) in my dreams, no, I haven’t yet found him but he is so real, he must be somewhere…

Image: looks like Christmas, in some distant past or in some very distant future…

Submitted:Aug 21, 2012    Reads: 90    Comments: 40    Likes: 11   

…..in your heartbeats

True, it is true, you taught me poetry…

But my sweetest words are those… I haven't yet said

And my deepest lines are those… you haven't yet read

Our brightest smiles are those… we haven't yet exchanged

And our warmest nights are those.. we haven't yet spent..

Even then..

When people call me poet.. I believe them..

True, it is true, you taught me poetry…

In dreams within my dreams when you became me…

As I found you in my soul, time stopped rushing

And I heard a familiar whisper, waking me gently..

Oh come to me again, when the night is asleep..

When verses stand still, in their meanings deep

I want to see in your eyes, our ancient promise fulfilled

Come… tell me my own legends… in your heartbeats..

August 18th, 2012


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