When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.
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This is a collection of OPPs (other people's poems) posted by me, David McKelvie.
Copyright is often infringed. Please don't sue me - I'm poor.
At the end of each post is a link to a contents page - this lists all the poets featured here. You could also click here for it if you want.
Have a browse and an enjoy.
I also take suggestions for poems to add - please get in touch if you have any! (Remove the spaces from this: deemikay @ gmail.com)
2 comments:
wow...poems like these make u fall in love with love...
words wine!
Yes a lovely poem - except my dear, lovely wife has died, she did go, and I can no longer hold her in my arms and tell me how much I will always love her. Before she died I could, I would, have said how strong I would be if she died (yes 'if') but now she has died I am small, weak and sad.
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