![]() There Is but You **A Poem by Paris HladThere Is but You
(For Myrina, St. Valentine’s Day 2015)
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Written in Recognition That Love Is a Succession[1] Of Recurring & Gradually Evolving Vignettes
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Yet, in the end, there is but you To make the morning And to speak
About the things We know or knew
And reminisce About the week
Sometimes a week Is two or three,
Some months ago, Or many years,
And you remember more than me; And as I sigh, your smile appears
You mention something
I forget -
I question
What?
And wonder
Who?
And as we close This old vignette, A glance defines
The me-and-you
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Yes, in the end, There is but you
To keep me in The bounds Of day,
And chat about The things we do
Before the morning
Slips away. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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1 Review Added on February 16, 2023 Last Updated on February 16, 2023 Author![]() Paris HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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