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Remember and Return.....


I've settled my heart in the memory of your sigh,
the subtle caress of your lips.

I've eased my mind's worry in the warmth of your smile,
the soft embrace of your kiss.

But, the time of our parting has been of a length,
that I scarce can recall your words' sound.

And, I fear in the depths of this consuming absence,
your passions withheld, your spirit's now bound.

I have not the strength to fight such a foe,
as wild and untamed as the sea.

I have not the will to stand at your door,
and demand your decision to be,

As one or the other, the sea or my love,
I know I would fail to win thee.

My only request, when you've ventured enough,
Remember! And, return unto me.

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  1. remember and return to me! I love this poem, the yearning for the love that was

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  2. My only request, when you've ventured enough,
    Remember! And, return unto me.

    Fabulous ending lines to a very tender piece. Great write!

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  3. Outstanding poem. I really like this one! Great use of the prompt!

    My week 9 offering: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/dearest-john-2/

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  4. Ooh, very nice! How could he not return to someone who wrote such a wonderful poem for him?

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  5. love it,

    super poetic and brilliant.

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  6. This is absolutely breathtaking! ♥
    It's so beautiful.


    http://kaysalady.wordpress.com/2011/08/31/at-half-past-four/

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  7. Your piece has a beautiful and very appealing simplicity about it ! And I loved the structure too !

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  8. I pictured Penelope sighing this to herself as she wished for Odysseus to return. Nice :)

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  9. This is a beautiful piece! :) Thanks for sharing!

    Here is my offering: http://kweschn.wordpress.com/2011/09/03/there-she-stands/

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  10. I love the words that everyone finds to express this image. Each person see the image so differently and the poems are so excellent.

    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/05/the-milky-seas/

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  11. Beautiful words, a lovely feeling of yearning in this love poem. Reminds me of the quote by an author unknown: "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be."

    Nicely written!

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  12. you make the longings beautiful and obvious.

    awesome piece .

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  13. Very romantic, I love that last line!

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  14. I felt enveloped by her want. L love the two lines - "I've erased my minds worry in the warmth of your smile,the soft embrace of you kiss. - I could feel her in every word.
    Beautiful ....
    Isadora

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