Sad Poem
I remember her hair
long black and beautiful
dark yet with golden light
in the length of it.
So lovely, liquid and glorious
the luxurious smell of her hair
scented with springtime
jasmine and magnolia.
It has been weeks now
renewed visions of pleasure
what I write is true
I knew the sweet splendor of love.
Calm as a second summer
tonight I see a star
why is it now that i see
just now.
I write for her this poem that begins
with I love you and ends with I love you
somewhere in the middle is a good by
for all the times I hurt her....
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