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ALL YOURS
Lingering sorrows,
are swallows.
And Shakespeare,
is not on stage,
in his costumes.
Have no fear,
if the lights are gone,
Radiance will remain till morn.
I may be a pantomime,
meek and Columbine:
but,
whatever I am,
I remain,
all yours.
If in this poem you are speaking about whom I think you are speaking about and not God then I must grin and say well no more sir! Is quite poignant and eloquent, makes me want to reach out and caress the heart of the man who penned it. So tender and pensive, I think this you shall always in some way or another be and that is something to set up on the mantle of life and cherish deeply. A soul gift that never withers up and dies. again, you know who........so why type it? lol
great poem