YOU

YOU

A Poem by Julie Spade
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My Love For Him Exists In Pure White.

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Your grand brown eyes
Shine so bright
Kiss me , love, in the blazing sunlight

Youandi

Running in the golden fields of May
Remebering the sweet words you say
As we sail far away
in the great blue seas of France
You extent your hand to Dance!

Be my one and only man
My true everlasting friend
That someone who will last until the end
Pressing tightly onto my hand
Holding the brush steady , crafting beautiful and abstract art
Creating an image of me , in the middle of a heart

Yet , It seems..
I can only hold you, close ,in my dreams..

© 2014 Julie Spade


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Julie Spade
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Beautiful but brief piece on the unattainable perfection of love. i enjoyed reading through this, and i loved the way you wrote "Youandi", i read it twice to then realise it was "You and I" and i'm sure you did this on purpose to show how love between two individuals make them inseparable, as to have no space between them and their souls and hearts. I really liked this!

Posted 10 Years Ago


My true friend
That will last until the end
Keep me in your heart
The soul in which is evidently broken apart
very dearful poetry. Lovely so romantic.

Posted 10 Years Ago


As I read my own poem I hear another voice not mine. I hear yyou speaking it to me in different tones and languages. Thank You for the inspiration !

Posted 10 Years Ago


what i nice thought knitted in words. that is exactly.....poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 6, 2014
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Julie Spade
Julie Spade

The City Of Lights, NY



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Hello everyone! Pray that everyone is having an amazing day! I am Julie Spade with the age of 17 currently. To start off with the "about me" aspect I am extremely social, out going and mostly open to .. more..

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A Poem by Julie Spade