This Poem was Submitted By: Kevin D Whittemore On Date: 2000-12-19 14:06:29 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Often

Often I wonder, does she really know, She's the sky set above me, the earth down below. She's the needle in my compass, without her I'd be lost; Beside her: vast deserts, ragged mountains I can cross. Often I wonder, does she really know, She's the meaning in my morning, she sets my nights aglow. Her kisses give me purpose, they make the day shine bright. Her body warms and comforts, when the day has lost it's light. Often I wonder, does she really know, That other than my savior, she's my favorite place to go. When new hurts cut deep, or old wounds freshly bleed, The words that she whispers, are all I really need. Often I tell her, yes I really do, But mere words cannot express, the depth of all that's true, That time and it's passing, I mark by the moments we share; And the time we spend together, lightens the load that I bear.

Copyright © December 2000 Kevin D Whittemore


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