I woke up and found you at my side
Sleeping, breathing so quietly
I knew it was you by the scent you wore
I also knew you had gone before
As the sun rose slowly and birds woke up
Your eyes opened to look at me
I leaned across to touch your soft skin
"It's time to go" she said whispering
Pulling me by the hand the house we left
As we walked out through the open door
I turned and looked at the bed once more
And saw I lay there dead to the world
"Come my love, quickly for we must away
I have to fetch you at the break of day"
"But there's a poem that's unfinished yet"
How she laughed "Oh darling this is it"
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Whistles!!💘❤️Oh this is soo incredibly tender and evocative Robin! Sigh especially love this part; "Come my love, quickly for we must away, I have to fetch you at the break of day.""But there's a poem that's unfinished yet." "How she laughed, "Oh darling this is it." Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.💘❤️
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Sanaa
*Shudders of sweet pleasure* so beautifully tender XXX
ReplyDelete"But there's a poem that's unfinished yet"
ReplyDeleteHow she laughed "Oh darling this is it"
WOW... so beautiful
No one can write sweetness and tenderness... and love like you do, dear Robing.
ReplyDeleteAnd next time, I might even spell your name correctly. *shame*
DeleteI always approach your blog door with anxious expecting, i'm always surprised in a delightful way
ReplyDeletemuch love...
I do love your romantic poetry. This event between lovers conjures up a mystery, who is taken and who is left behind,,
ReplyDeletesuch a fitting close...wow...sweetness all over :)
ReplyDeleteI love this so much!
ReplyDeleteHow gentle, even those scenes of departure...
ReplyDeleteSigh. Need more be said?
ReplyDeleteOh my! That's one of the loveliest things I've read in a while. Tenderness comes through so well here.
ReplyDeleteYou write always with a tender heart. One can tell you have known the many facets of love.
ReplyDeleteA Happy Sunday to you
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Sometimes we LIVE the poetry rather than write the poems!! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteAh, the unfinished poem falls with a final breath.
ReplyDeleteI liked the tale interwoven with this verse; it touches the heart.
-HA
A fine romantic interlude!
ReplyDeleteLove to be the poetry... however it becomes, I think we just count the stanzas till it's over
ReplyDeleteWow, one hopes that this will be the way of it.........so lovely, Robin. You are a true romantic. Me, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely and romantic - though, knowing how I'm "wired", I'm afraid the unfinished poem, would have me turning back. (I have a hard enough time falling asleep with a poem left unfinished. lol)
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. Maybe, all love is poetry--
ReplyDeleteexcellent ending.......sweet and warm!
ReplyDeleteTender moments...
ReplyDelete"But there's a poem that's unfinished yet"
ReplyDeleteHow she laughed "Oh darling this is it"
An unfinished ending conjures lots of wonderful possibilities thereon!
Hank
Wonderful! A peom that good must be savored.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a way with romantic poetry. I really love the sweetness of the whole thing, but most especially of the last line.
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