tender is my heart that aches for the union of a pure soul late autumn moon sheds light on wilted trees leaves almost gone ancient stars glisten in the crisp evening air to touch an angels face and cradle her from solemn tear I am here I am here
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
this is a poetic response to a woman who made minimal contact with me
tender is my heart that aches for the union of a pure soul late autumn moon sheds light on wilted trees leaves almost gone ancient stars glisten in the crisp evening air to touch an angels face and cradle her from solemn tear I am here I am here.
Beautiful poem...I do think men are much more tender hearted than woman when it comes to love.
windyweatherlySan Francisco, California USAJun 18, 2012
This is a very touchy and poignant write. My first time to see you post and welcome. I hope she knows you are there, you are there...waiting...let her know and she just might come..
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late autumn moon sheds light on wilted trees leaves almost gone
ancient stars glisten in the crisp evening air
to touch an angels face and cradle her from solemn tear
I am here I am here.
Beautiful poem...I do think men are much more tender hearted than woman when it comes to love.
Windy