I claim to be no more than an Amateur poet trying to write poems members of the General Public will accept. |
I stop and listen - was that far off cry you...
Was that rumbling from the distant mountains you...
Tonight you and I shared in moments of magical...
Unsurpassed pleasures and feelings flooded from...
In our Never, Never land there is no suffering...
Your forest is filled with trees of a wonderful...
I used to think we were infallible; that time...
Yet today that old Father Time has caught up with...
Oh my lady, I received your urgent message and now...
For once in my life I told you of your illness and...
What is it about the touch of your breath on my...
me so...
Missing someone holds so many different meanings...
To me; missing you sees a very deep void bury...