Poems of A Forgotten Soldier
The old mans writings
love poems, sonnets, and of other forgotten things.
Read by many,
understood by a mere few, though none of them's read
by you.
Misplaced affection
having lost it's direction,
now faceless with time.
The sound of a voice
giving no choice,
but they're not the words,
that I, long to hear.
Kisses sweeter than wine, forgotten with time,
softer than a faeries touch.
The emptiness I suffer
through the lack of caress,
upon your silky soft skin.
Memories and moments
where a floundering fool,
let his love slip away. Remembering the poetry
she brought into his life,
the glow it brought his heart,
and it's grief.
Just know,
they are always written
from the heart,
but not all are written
in the mud, and ....
initialled by death.
Giajl © Jim Love