YESTERDAY'S TOMORROW

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my love has yet to be born

it has yet to breath or even speak

to tantalize my thoughts

so wary and warm

to make me whimper and worry 'til my knees

fall me weak

it has yet to blow me away

with its awe striking power of boom

and carry me through passed old fantasies

of days long past

unlocking the riches of self respect's

confidence in life and love's very own dark room

onto this plain of reality so awaited truth and

its love will set alight the shadows that were once

upon me critically cast

and I will live a true life so deserving

unto thee

at long, long last..............

( written Oct 25,1992 am)


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I really enjoyed the poem!

palewingedpoetess's picture

thanks so much........

I'm just sorry that it took me so long to respond back to your compliment. Sincerely, M.