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(09/13/1943 / new york city)

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i lied in bed next to her, as her life
drained from her body
she was not wishing me goodbye
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  • Kranthi Pothineni (9/15/2009 12:33:00 PM)

    Friend, I still wonder on this word love which you had expressed in this page. Anyways your write was soft and touching. Well expressed.

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  • Shashendra Amalshan (9/15/2009 7:37:00 AM)

    A lovely poem., filled with emotions.. You are a one lucky man she is one lucky woman.. this is a wonderful poem, I enjoyed read this onel, touched my heart..
    good 10

    with love
    shan

  • Christine Kerr (9/12/2009 3:17:00 PM)

    This one is really beautiful, I know I felt the same feeling with my dying mother. Both souls experiencing the love they had, are sharing and know it will carry on long after. I loved it

  • Deborah Cromer (9/12/2009 2:06:00 PM)

    Excellent emotion shared here. You have written this out with great feeling and the magic of connection. Very endearing and well written. Nicely done. DC

  • ~ Jon London ~ (9/10/2009 10:34:00 AM)

    Louis my friend...when a poet writes from the heart they create such a magical feeling within the reader....you achieved that when you wrote the following


    i feel the warmth of your love
    filling my every being
    touching my soul
    and giving me meaning.



    That's the deepest love right there my friend....Excellently expressed 10

  • Matt Mooney (9/10/2009 6:32:00 AM)

    Honoured to give you the first of many 10s which you will receive for this love poem that lies so easily on one's mind and reads so freely.Love takes shape in it and flies before us even in the face of death. The emotion of love lives on.

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