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To: paulklenk
Let me reach back 30 years... the following was written to my first wife before we married, and is engraved on the ledger stone over her grave in Palmetto Cemetary:

Flowers I give for their beauty
As I give myself for my love
and a sweet whisp'ring song
to go drifting along
with the pale dreaming stars up above

For until your days have been measured
and until there is peace at the end
I'll than the grey Powers
that have given me flowers
and made You
my Love and my Friend
9 posted on 09/18/2003 2:20:05 AM PDT by backhoe (Just an old Cold Warrior, draggin' his BAR into the Sunset...)
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To: backhoe
Beautiful, backhoe.
10 posted on 09/18/2003 2:22:40 AM PDT by Miss Marple
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To: backhoe
Indeed, soulfully romantic. My wife passed as well, in Jan 2000, from an aneurysm, at 41 yrs young. Subsequent to that, I was sitting on a bench outside a bar fairly intoxicated, and a gal came up to me and said "You're a poet. I can feel it." even though I had written prose and narrative, never poetry. I bacame somewhat enchanted over a gal and wrote this:

Should I?


Should I curse my flowing tears,
That left me feeling blind for years?

  Should I damn my open heart,
  and lock it shut, make sadness part?

   Should I turn my soul to stone,
   and be content, myself, alone?

    Should I turn myself to greed,
    and care not for anothers need?

     Should I live a life of lust,
     and forgo tenderness and trust?

Begone! I cry, to thoughts like these,
they are not what my soul believes!

  The greatest gift He gave to me,
  to share my open heart with thee.

   If I should ever win loves gain,
   I must have strength to bear the pain.

    I shall not live my days in sorrow,
    True love may find me on the morrow.

     The pain inside is the seed that grows,
     when all is right to a fragrant rose.

      The tears that flow are but the mist,
      with which this flower of love is kissed.

       Both grief and joy I lately discover,
       halves of the same, bound to each other,

We shall not suffer eternal damnation,
but find again loves sweet salvation!


Inspired and dedicated to Bridget, can't help it, my wife was a blue eyed blonde too.
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Sep 29,2001
12 posted on 09/18/2003 2:42:38 AM PDT by djf
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To: backhoe
Your poem is incredibly beautiful, made even more magnificent and humbling by the deep love that inspired it.

Thank you so much for sharing it...
42 posted on 09/18/2003 10:01:08 AM PDT by Tamzee ("Big government sounds too much like sluggish socialism."......Arnold Schwarzenegger)
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To: backhoe
So moving my friend, only you.. thanks ..
110 posted on 09/18/2003 12:53:15 PM PDT by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com)
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