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I can't see you, touch you, feel you, but i do love you. I can't feel your kiss, the warmth of a hug, or the joy at seeing you smile, but i love spending my time, just talking to you, even only for a little while, i can't walk with you, under the stars, as in my nightly dream, but i can count the days, till my dreams come true, though far away they seem. |
it is amazing that 18 out of 20 girls i showed this to could relate.... i like the pattern of the poem however maby you could have added more detail. overall i liked it.| Posted on 2011-03-14 00:00:00 | by chiatealover | [ Reply to This ] | This has a fine lyrical quality--it is certainly cute, but is meant to be--it is really rather brilliantly concieved and most wonderfully executed poem a great tonic to the murderous and boring woe- is-me-my-true-left-me poems that infest this site like a plague... loved it!! bravo... bravo... bravo... | | Posted on 2008-07-02 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] | The feeling of longing and wanting always brings out pure emotins in us all. You expressed this very well Lou. As you say...your time will come, and when it does, grasp it with all of your might. | Frank. | Posted on 2007-06-30 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | This is wonderful Lou! It conveys the feeling of missing and longing for someone that you love when they're away perfectly!! Good work!!! | | Posted on 2007-03-31 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | Is that supposed to be a period at the end? That said, nice. A little trite, but I've been reading Macbeth lately, so this is an upgrade at the moment. Welcome back, Lou. | --crimson echo | Posted on 2007-03-29 00:00:00 | by crimson echo | [ Reply to This ] | |