Melissa Brume Poems

You remind me of an old oak tree.
You've gained wisdom from your weathered experience.
Still, I think you've sacrificed more than your share in the process.
For God made earth your bed and your branches move freely.
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I remember the first time I saw you, you seemed so calm and smoothe.
I remember your eyes, so..... intense.
I remember how my heart fluttered, and how I tried to speak.
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