Poetry By Chuck

Subtitle

 

Missing image 

Sometimes I think of her
Late into the night
Who was this beautiful woman
Who so captivated my life

In that time when sleep
fades away
The ghost of her image
haunts me to this day

The most beautiful woman
I've ever kissed
Away from me she has fled
Across time's indeterminate mists

Her vague form
So reflective of her soul
Shapely and shapeless
Takes of me a horrible toll

A pleasure of emotion
A pain of loss
A hell of our making
Forever our loss
 
 
Author Notes
Feburary 17 2006
 

 

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