PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Don't tell me of your passion's vapid conquests--

of trophies won through precious Virtue's loss.

Nor quote to me your long, dry, boring, sad lists,

nor entertain with tales (your fingers crossed.)



But come, lay your lovely head, brown, softly down

upon this familiar shoulder, gentle, strong,

and dream the shared-dream that you gave mw, one time,

which I've kept, loved, and nurtured fpr this long.



I've nothing to remember but our "I Love You."

All ardor, pulse, hope, dream with you have fled.

Yet, Love still fills these chambers of my heart, through,

but Love's red Life-blood is black, now Hope is dead.



Before my love cools, Natures suns shall die,

and Time shall cease, 'ere this love is a lie.





                   C.A.T.