I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine found yours to frame
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.
I know it's not the perfect time
And time I know's grown lame.
Content to sit, to watch, time's crime
As goodbye itself defames.
The only time, time seems to climb
Is when some duty calls your name
Reminding us both, you are not mine,
And the joy of my eyes says goodbye all the same.
I have no idea how your hand found mine
Or mine your heart could claim
How both were made with such design
When holding, holds a flame.
Still, time I trust our love can tame,
And you my dear are worth all time's pain.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Time's Pain
Posted by Katrina Hope at 4:17 PM
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Very beautiful! As I was reading this, I could kind of hear a faint melody in my head. I think it could make a great song. I just wish I were talented enough to make it one. :)
my thoughts exactly! ;) Oh some day.
This poem is incredible Kati. It flows really well, right up until the line "And the joy of my eyes says goodbye all the same." The line itself is very good, and it belongs where it is, however, it seems too long for your quatrain meter. The poem speaks, though. It has something to say. And I cannot keep from coming back to it each and every day.
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