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The Moment I Loved You

It wasn't what you said to me--

Smooth words like waving grass.

It wasn't in your heated gaze

That warmed like sun through glass.

It happened unexpectedly.

I know when, but not why.

You held me gently in your arms,

And silent, let me cry.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The idea for this poem came from a phonecall one evening when I had really reached the end of my proverbial rope.  A good friend called during a weepy time for me and verbally let me cry on his shoulder.  Very gently he allowed me to regain my balance.  The poem was born that night.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 11:39pm
©5 September 2001 - 12:56am — onelilartist
13 October 2002 - 7:08am — Tim Derr (not verified)
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Your explanation changed my original tangent, butI still love the poem.

I think the most touching is the image of silence while you cry! Awesome! ~Tim

29 June 2002 - 7:41am — kat
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That's the true key, isn't it? Too bad more men don't understand. Shut up, listen, and let them cry. Works for me. :)
Good poem, Jessica

Kim

20 February 2002 - 6:53pm — James Haggerty (not verified)
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This is really very nice. James