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Fri 6 May, 2005 01:19 pm
Forget-me-nots
Your deep green eyes
Flecked with gold
So intense with emotion
Look over my shoulder
While one strong hand
So tender before
Absentmindedly caresses my side
Within your arms I retreat
Internally migrate
To my midnight mental garden
And walk barefoot within the orchard
Skip subdued under leafy bows
Bury my toes in the bluebells
Sit within the forget-me-nots
The blue forget-me-nots
The crying forget-me-nots
Forget me not
Oh please forget me not
by Bekaboo
06/05/05
You probably know by now I'm not a judge of poetry mechanics. I judge a work by how it makes me feel. I really believe I understand your message in this one and am taken by the last 2 lines.
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