Love doesn’t come

In the glint of an eye

Love doesn’t run

Or make you cry

Love hides in mysterious places

Amongst a crowd of a thousand

Faces

Loves finds it’s home

In peculiar spaces

Love is content

With quiet moments

The saddest days

Are when love 

Cements

It strokes your hair

And dries your eyes

It listens and promises

To always b...

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Love doesn’t come

In the glint of an eye

Love doesn’t run

Or make you cry

Love hides in mysterious places

Amongst a crowd of a thousand

Faces

Loves finds it’s home

In peculiar spaces

Love is content

With quiet moments

The saddest days

Are when love 

Cements

It strokes your hair

And dries your eyes

It listens and promises

To always b...

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How can a heart be so full

Yet still have space for more?

And what of the busy mind -

How come it can keep on learning ~

It’s an eternal revolving door

How can the feelings I have 

Be so deep ~

Surely I shouldn’t keep falling

Why do the birds keep on singing ~

Are they constantly writing new songs ~

Purely to make my eyes weep

Does the sun ever tire of li...

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I wonder if there is a place

Where poets go to cry

A special spot

Perhaps a garden

Filled with daffodils

And ever rolling hills

I wonder if there is a space

Reserved for poetic souls

A meadow full of wildflowers

Neither hot,  nor cold;

Temperate, with just the lightest

Summer breeze

A place where feathers fall

And become the poets quill

Birdsong ...

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