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by Tom Swart Jun 15, 2011
Love, romance /
There is a silence that walks with my memory,
My memory of you that silence calls its own.
There is seldom a sound except when I weep,
I weep so I may embrace the sound of my falling tears.
There is a pain and a joy in these lonely moments,
Lonely moments where joy and pain rejoice.
There is a loving scar on this aging heart,
An aging heart with this scar joyfully peeled back.
There is a love and a smile resting on my lips,
My lips where your love and your smile once joined.
There is a peaceful wish and an open hand,
An open hand peacefully wishing to hold your face again.
by Meena Krish
This looks like the loop poetry form where the words from the end of each line begins another new line. As for the poem itself it holds so much dreams and wishes that waits to be held..liked the smoothness of this read..excellently penned!
This I can identify with
well put together