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My love is but a fallen leaf,
Half covered, tossed, and disarrayed.
It is a solitary grief
On rapid waters half displayed;

Though another you may follow,
Requited passively, unheard,
It is foolish love, and hollow,
By prescence of another spurred.

Though I may love less tommorrow,
By no means a fault of yours,
It is to only though me burrow
To love you more than yester-years.

A look, a dew off your sweet brow
Is my solace in my sleeping,
And as sunrise through evening plow,
Let not love begin with wheeping.

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The following comments are for "My Love"
by mj20300

I've noticed a continuing theme in your works recently. Who is this person who inspires such passionate writing in you? This is a wonderful piece full of feeling and thoughtful phrases. Great work!

Much Love,


( Posted by: HeRoCoMpLeX [Member] On: December 16, 2009 )

My love
First two stanzas rock!
I couldn't get by the editing issues in 3 and 4.
3rd Stanza 3rd verse? 4th stanza last line 'weeping'? A little editing and you got a 10 here. Great job!

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: December 16, 2009 )

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