My Special Poet
Poets who creep under your skin,
are those who’re there through thick or thin.Quote - Poets own
My special poet is a lonesome soul
Grieving the love-light that made him feel whole
He posts memoirs they made, day after day
Nothing could drive those souvenirs away.
A love that was meant to be forever
It cannot be forgotten, no never
Patiently he awaits the joyous day
He’ll reunite with his love, miles away.
They will waltz evermore on heavens shore
Loving as they did in years gone before
Dancing above stars, over silver moon
Safe in a peaceful, celestial cocoon.
Till then this poet continues to write
Of adventures he shared with his dear wife
Tales of the sea and the countryside
With his lovely lady stood by his side.
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Dedicated to poet Victor Buhagiar
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