Matthew Thomas Donovan


My Promise, Unkept - Poem by Matthew Thomas Donovan

Do you remember the fifth of November,
How it smiled and burnt out by noon?
How the children laughed as all midnight collapsed
On a perfect evening, too soon?
Or how cars and trains, struck quickly by rains,
Fell silent neath' light of the moon?
Perhaps nothing's so clear in your memory, my dear,
As the kiss I shared happily with you.
And if nothing's remembered the fifth of November,
I would always gladly presume
Your lips would recall our kiss past nightfall,
And the love I swear to renew.


Comments about My Promise, Unkept by Matthew Thomas Donovan

  • Rookie - 0 Points Alisha A. (8/24/2013 10:53:00 PM)

    This is so beautiful...absolutely amazing. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,249 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/17/2013 4:00:00 AM)

    a magical love poem, strikes a chord in the heart! 10/10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 103 Points To Windward (8/17/2013 1:49:00 AM)

    Very nicely done............ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013


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