Coweb of Memory

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Hundred years from today
Our love letters will be found
Along with the precious treasure of our love
Somewhere submerge in the coweb of our memory
They would see how much we were meant to be
And to see our love is forever
Leaving clues to the mysteries they will shall reveal
The forsaken love they ever find
A lifetime they never knew exists
The whole world will resolve around them
Changing colors in the moon
They will see the reflection of our iamge in the sky
As they twist nothing but truth
Of our love letters that were written by us
With every word that were meant for each other
With thousand and thousand dreams we have created
That had came true
Our hearts were made of pure gold
As they could see
As if the young ones could learn to love
And learn that true love will never die...​
 
restless_heart said:
Hundred years from today
Our love letters will be found
Along with the precious treasure of our love
Somewhere submerge in the coweb of our memory
They would see how much we were meant to be
And to see our love is forever
Leaving clues to the mysteries they will shall reveal
The forsaken love they ever find
A lifetime they never knew exists
The whole world will resolve around them
Changing colors in the moon
They will see the reflection of our iamge in the sky
As they twist nothing but truth
Of our love letters that were written by us
With every word that were meant for each other
With thousand and thousand dreams we have created
That had came true
Our hearts were made of pure gold
As they could see
As if the young ones could learn to love
And learn that true love will never die...​
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wow, its so simply wonderful! :)
 
Yes... Beautiful poem, which sets me thinking (once again) of people in the past: their lives, their loves, ...

Also greatly illustrated by tolkien, by the way, in a poem that I like very much:

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
 
Julie° said:
Yes... Beautiful poem, which sets me thinking (once again) of people in the past: their lives, their loves, ...

Also greatly illustrated by tolkien, by the way, in a poem that I like very much:

I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.
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Wow I love this one too. Beautiful!!!

I wrote a poem about a man sitting alone on a bench at the beach once while me and my brother were watching the sunrise. I will post it soon. I never forget that man. I have written over 40 poems :D
 
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