Friday, February 24, 2017

Come my love


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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26 comments:

  1. 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.💘❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  2. *Shudders of sweet pleasure* so beautifully tender XXX

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  3. "But there's a poem that's unfinished yet"
    How she laughed "Oh darling this is it"

    WOW... so beautiful

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  4. No one can write sweetness and tenderness... and love like you do, dear Robing.

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    1. And next time, I might even spell your name correctly. *shame*

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  5. I always approach your blog door with anxious expecting, i'm always surprised in a delightful way


    much love...

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  6. I do love your romantic poetry. This event between lovers conjures up a mystery, who is taken and who is left behind,,

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  7. such a fitting close...wow...sweetness all over :)

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  8. How gentle, even those scenes of departure...

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  9. Oh my! That's one of the loveliest things I've read in a while. Tenderness comes through so well here.

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  10. You write always with a tender heart. One can tell you have known the many facets of love.

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  11. A Happy Sunday to you

    Much love...

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  12. Sometimes we LIVE the poetry rather than write the poems!! Smiles.

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  13. Ah, the unfinished poem falls with a final breath.
    I liked the tale interwoven with this verse; it touches the heart.
    -HA

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  14. Love to be the poetry... however it becomes, I think we just count the stanzas till it's over

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  15. Wow, one hopes that this will be the way of it.........so lovely, Robin. You are a true romantic. Me, too.

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  16. Lovely 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)

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  17. This is so lovely. Maybe, all love is poetry--

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  18. "But there's a poem that's unfinished yet"
    How she laughed "Oh darling this is it"

    An unfinished ending conjures lots of wonderful possibilities thereon!

    Hank

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  19. Wonderful! A peom that good must be savored.

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  20. You 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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