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Forget-me-not

When you came to me, through an open window

All the cracked envelopes of me came into your hands,

There was nothing in them - just love that you could throw away - 

If you chose, you threw it straight back to me, I caught it, we were away.

You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes

 For being alive

I thought you are desiring reciprocation, but you weren't

You were just a girl, I was just a boy

I felt the difference: of mood, of shape and tone

I was no longer alone. You wrapped me in you,

I went berserk: with happiness.

Could you not see me burning with the heat of you?

A smell that  flashed gestures in my eyes,

Like the spelling of your name, little sweet, skewed spelling

Of your name,The straw hat that was stuck on your head

Was a jubilee for me. Today I could fall asleep happy.

I am seventeen next week..

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Sun 28th Jul 2019 23:15

“Can you not see me burning with the heat of you?”... What a powerful line. Captures the passion of 17 perfectly. Love your poetry. So thankful you share your magical words with us❣️

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John Marks

Wed 17th Jul 2019 20:34

Thank you kindly Do.RoThY. Sometimes, I feel the rhythm of a poem before I have the words. It was so, in this case. There was an echo in my mind of these words by the bard: ‘Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.’ Shakespeare, (As You Like It – Act 4, Scene 1)

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