Thought

by H E Losey   Jul 27, 2008


Gently brushing past my mind
Like the breeze off a passing butterfly
Teasing, tormenting and so unkind
Are the fleeting memories of love gone by

As gossamer caresses the breeze of spring
So touch our lips in fondest memory
Love, lost, the antithesis of my heart's feeling
Numbly awaiting true love's return to me

Published 2006

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Gently brushing past my mind
    Like the breeze off a passing butterfly

    these two line are really great.'

  • 17 years ago

    by Christopher Wry

    I like this one and I don't usally like mush ones.

  • 17 years ago

    by Annaam

    This is really nice and good.... :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    "Gently brushing past my mind
    Like the breeze off a passing butterfly"

    ^^ I love similes, and that is a perfect one.

    The last two lines didn't post correctly, it has that gibberish stuff in it, but otherwise .. this is another great short love poem. Well done, keep doing what you do.. 5/5. =)

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