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Through The Night
The clock read two, my eyes closed again
But my mind reached out to a special man.
At three I held my pillow tight
And spoke your name into the night.
At four I once again awoke
As though your spell had called, evoked.
Where once I lived and breathed alone
I have your warmth by telephone.
And when the days grow longer yet
I'll come for you, my wish I'll get.
How could one lady have so much?
I'm blessed for sure by the Master's touch.
I've had many a night such as this... I really enjoy the way you express so many varied feelings and thoughts- My poetry is soooo different from yours, and since you are a teacher I almost feel ashamed, like I should run back to my page and censor out any bad words I come across, just on the off chance you might click on one that's a little on the sailor side... If you do, sorry... I have so much respect for what you have here, I'd hate to think I might offend you, and I almost didn't comment on the poems, but then I was just overcome and I felt I HAD to let you know what an impact your work was having on me... I'm just so far past impressed, I'm almost at a loss for words (which is very close to never) :-) heh heh heh Thank you for being the inspiration you are...