“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
I May Not Say It Enough
Believing until now
This heart had died
My dreams about us
You by my side
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I Will Be Good To You
Close your eyes
Imagine a world—
Where only dreams are found
To it, we are bound
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Forgotten Lore
Was it a moment of sanity,
Or had I gone mad?
Daring the near impossible—
Of painting Forgotten Lore.
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I Remember How I Held You
I was a child
And you were likewise
I kissed your soft cheek
Looked into those eyes—
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The Maiden of the River
Holding her pale body, caressing her, but a lost cause this was, long before she was mine. It wasn’t what I had just witnessed, but the thoughts ravaging my suffering state, a state so excruciating that I felt nothing
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