- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My tears, our love
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This used to be my season,
a reason to be happy.
I lost that a little while ago-
don't know if I'll have it again.
The colors of fall remind me of you:
Reds, golds, browns, and orange.
Every zephyr stirring the fallen leaves
whispers your name to me
And my tears speak of our love.
I recall you said you were mine
and I thought I could do anything.
And I remember you left
taking the thought with you.
Now the daytime mocks me
in its warmth and light
When all I have is cold and dark
in me, cradling my soul
And my tears speak of our love.
I used to watch you sleeping,
amazed at my blessing.
Smiling at the sound of you,
thrilled by your touch.
Now the night is hateful-
no blessings, smiles or thrills.
I so dread the night
and each day is pain
And my tears speak of our love.
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