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Evermore,,,,,by Emily Reeve
Robert Hawkins
Wishing it was seeking I found.
In loving I sought more.
Regret now my teacher be.
Yet with loves sweet taste.
One always seeks more.
Never to undo.
But to undo.
Inevitably you do more.
Ever there is the teacher.
Evermore.
Mind seek escape when I think of her.
Memories allow no escape.
But that taste of love you remember.
Truly the pain you cherish wish no escape.
For it is what one live for.
My memories of her my treasure.
Roll back the clock to embrace smell of her hair.
Touch of tongue on her neck.
Her touch her taste to live once more.
That would be worth dying for.
But I live with no escape.
And I have died once more.
Evermore.
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bobby
note:
For and because she is Emily Reeve.
Whom I consider a friend.
And I don't have many.
She a sweet pea and that's enough.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: