Regrets

I loved a brittle girl so sweet,
who kept her feelings close.
She never dared to show herself -
my shaded summer rose.

Her smile was like a thousand stars
that shone upon my land.
We rarely spoke but always touched,
cause bliss laid in her hand.

Sometimes I slept between her breasts
where flesh enfolded soul.
Her dreams were love and motherhood;
of family - of whole.

But I was young and only thought
of glories to be won
and now it's late - yes, much too late -
as she has since moved on.



Poetry by An-ders
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Written on 2013-01-16 at 21:39

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with William. This is a very nicely-written poem.
2013-01-20



She most have touched you so.
There is an indelible mark that she has left upon your soul.
2013-01-16


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There are few , a very few , who can in all honesty. That they have no regrets in their lifes. When it comes to love and regrets I have more than a few , I fear.
Ken D Williams
2013-01-16



Makes me think of A. E. Houseman's poems. I envy poets who can so naturally create and maintain rhythm and rhyme like that.

William
2013-01-16