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Excerpt-11: A poem about timeless love.
I am writing you this love letter
to tell you how much I remember
I was so sensitive to your touch
as we ran through our lives unique
I kissed you at the public pool
it was the first kiss
of too young in love
—you blushed
then we walked home
we were the best of friends
we shared all that we dreamed
our future proclaimed in front of us
but then you moved away
I knew I’d never see you again
the corners and crossroads
I’d have to go through
the road untaken I’d have to capture
so you and I could finally be
in the future of our rapture
just like the whispers in the wind
our love blows the cottonwood blooms
planted on the plains of our future
through the doorways of eternity’s rooms
stuck somewhere between time and space
our love always looms . . .
"My Timeless Love" - © C. Steven Blue 12/25/2011
to tell you how much I remember
I was so sensitive to your touch
as we ran through our lives unique
I kissed you at the public pool
it was the first kiss
of too young in love
—you blushed
then we walked home
we were the best of friends
we shared all that we dreamed
our future proclaimed in front of us
but then you moved away
I knew I’d never see you again
the corners and crossroads
I’d have to go through
the road untaken I’d have to capture
so you and I could finally be
in the future of our rapture
just like the whispers in the wind
our love blows the cottonwood blooms
planted on the plains of our future
through the doorways of eternity’s rooms
stuck somewhere between time and space
our love always looms . . .
"My Timeless Love" - © C. Steven Blue 12/25/2011
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