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Young Love Poems grouping
Young Love
Quiet and slow to talk,
Shy but fun,
Kind and understanding,
My heart he won.
Strong in purpose and character,
Clean in mind and deed,
Athletic and boyish,
Love has a seed.
Romantic and gentle,
Prejudices few
Humble yet proud,
And so the seed grew.
Slowly and quietly,
Unknown to either one,
Gradually and serenely,
Love did come.
I realized it suddenly
One unnamed day
When life sent us each
A different way.
Memory
The road is growing longer and longer
Between you, my past, and emptiness, my present.
As it lengthens my past is but a dream
And you are but a memory.
Shadow dim grows the dream
Yet vivid as a picture remains the memory,
The memory of you.
Never fading, never dying.
Even on to the future
It lives.
Reality
A sad mist of rain makes hazy the picture,
As if wandering in a dream
A dream, which only four short hours ago
Was reality.
Dream until reality comes close,
Then reach out
And grasp it only to let it go again.
Hope, faith, love, time
That someday I will live
Forever with my reality.
The Dream
This dream has a start as all dreams do,
It will meet it's end in years too few.
It started it's life so clear and new
Through the years to death it flew.
Their friendship strong in high school started,
Then came college and they were parted.
Separations were long and vacations flew,
Each dated others but only a few.
Summer now
For reacquaintence and fun,
The dream had lived
Through college year one.
Back to school
Again in fall;
And so it went
Four years in all.
Slowly something happened,
Something had been a change,
They realized
That " they " seemed strange.
Since high school
It had been " they "
How could it just
Fade away?
Those precious years
That went so fast,
Who couldn't those precious years
Last and last?
But dreams are like that
In every way,
They come and then
They fly away.
Leaving the dreamers
Empty and alone,
As those from whom
This dream has flown.
Endings
After days of summer shared
When frost coats the green-brown lawn
I find the hardest thing to say
Is it's over
And remaining remembrances rattle lonely.
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