One Love
Your Erin green eyes, piercing my soul at night.
Beseeching my soul to pick up a pen and write.
Your flowing Auburn hair, with a " Distinguished Gray " .
How do I make my pen express feelings, WHEN I HAVE NONE,
So Sleek, Suave, and Debonaire, how I wish we had some time to SHARE.
I ponder with pen in hand, Where do I get feelings from: they must be out THERE
I seem to remember, along time ago: I knew the feeling of LOVE.
But She went away August 25th, On our Everlasting DAY.
I know that I will never be a poet, for I can Never have another One,
That can show me how to write, the true feelings of my Heart.
With no feelings: No Knowledge of feelings, How do I write with my Heart?
The emerald eyes: say IT all: No longer can you use " LENORE " as a wall.
My heart hears the faint call: of feelings :Yet with pen in hand, my mind says :Stall.
So many lonely years, so many tears I've cried, another with Jade colored eyes.
Through her and her many Peers : Tamiviolet, Bill, and Charlie; so Profound.
And the Great Matriarch Poetess : CAROL BROWN.
I beg of you all help me learn to pen feelings, as I read in your words.
Bringing to life : Clouds, Flowers, and Birds.
Sometime I to Will BE A POET
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