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Click hereHere, come let me hold you
Lean your body in against me
Lay your head upon my chest
Tell your love poem to my heart
I have to go today
I'll wrap my love around you
I'll rock you slowly in my arms
In our gently loving dance
To the music felt, not heard
I must be leaving soon
Our time too short together
Each time that we can meet
Our time too short together
In our lifetime still remaining
I have to leave you now
It is very interesting to think about what it is you bring to a poem like this.
I could say sincerity but an awful lot of writers here are very, dreadfully sincere when they write words similar to this – yet there is a hollowness to what they write.
That word hollowness is a good word. It as though we knock on a tree that is their words and what is behind them – and get that hollow, unhealthy sound. But when we knock on Oldbear’s we get that true sound of oak or cedar.
Put another way (and I am feeling a bit that way) it is as though we look at the hallmark on a piece of silver and we see that not only is it solid silver but it is Georgian silver (you know, from back when you lot were still British).
Basically I am saying that it is very moving.
you made reality jump of the page and made me feel with deep empathy 5