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I knew I loved you the day I saw you
although I never said it.

Through all the years that passed my dear
I never did forget it.

So quick I was when again we met
that you couldn't quite believe it.

Your broken jaded heart,
wasn't able to conceive it.

Too many use words
to get what they desire,
To many use words
just to fan the fire.

Make him walk a mile
or maybe two or three,
will he cross the desert for your love?

Will he cross the sea?

When you've answered yes
and you know his love is true,
give him back all your love
like only a woman can do.

Love him hard and love him long
for his is a love that's true.
So this poem probably needs a little context
there was a girl that I was crazy about when I was 17.
I never told her because she was dating a friend of mine.
35 years later we finally hooked up.
8 years later we are still together.
Video reading on You Tube check it out.

https://youtu.be/wlBOo6I7fAs?feature=shared
Thanks.
Thomas W Case Mar 19
Rain splashes off the
screen door.
It's raining in
my heart
chubby little drops
splashing on my soul.
The sadness is deeper
than a lagoon,
bluer too.

There are days
it doesn't pay to
get out of bed.
Maybe,
in the next dream
I'll find my
prodigal cat.
We could listen to
Sketches of Spain,
Miles Davis knows
how to bring the lost home.

She's a black runt that
burrowed into my heart.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published books that are available on Amazon.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSKnZMnMlTw
Wait? Is he still here,
Maybe he never disappeared.
He was here all along,
I failed to listen closely to the song.
When it echoes in my ear,
Silently I can hear those words reappear.
To think I thought he left,
Show yourself if I've found you yet.
I just noticed that a new author and Silent Echo's works are almost parallel. Almost as if we just found a paradox? Or better yet, he's in disguise.
Acceptance, humility—they whisper truths in the silence of the night,
Of a life lived with grace in the softest light.
In their constant presence, we find a steady ground,
A sanctuary of the spirit where our true selves are found.
Oliver Feb 1
My past is a story someone else wrote,
And I only have the torn pages—
Fragments without context,
A book with no beginning.

I chase memories like butterflies,
But they slip through my fingers,
Not fluttering away—no,
They were never there at all.

I know I love cartoons.
I know my mother made me a quilt,
Small, soft, still mine—
But now it sits folded away,
Replaced by a newer one,
Just as warm, just as loved.

She remembers when I was small.
She remembers the things I’ve lost.
And maybe that’s enough—
To have proof that I was,
Even when I can’t recall.

But where are the missing pieces?
The laughter in the backyard,
The whispered secrets,
The warmth of a childhood
That should be mine?

I sit with the silence,
Trying to stitch together
A story I was meant to remember.
But all I have are torn pages—
And I don’t know how the story goes.
I still have the quilt my mom made when I was young, a corner is bitten and torn cause I used to have a chewing problem. I have two more quilts each bigger than the last. I love them all with all my heart.

This is the first poem I wrote about myself, I hate writing about myself. I can never remember. I used to cry not being able to write stories in class like everyone else. mine were false made up not real like the others. they were meant to be real about our lives but I couldn't remember mine.

I can remember more than before but that part of my life is lost its gone and I don't know why. I wish there was an answer. I wish I had the solution to get them back. a while ago I remembered one memory from when I was little. I had ignored my mom's warnings not the play on the seemingly endless amount of chairs there were. I played had fun and fell there was a nail sticking out the side of one and it caught the skin of my leg. I don't remember what happened next or how I reacted or how I felt about it. I could have cried I could have smiled I could have pretended it didn't hurt as much as it did, but I don't know I don't remember. I wish i did even if it wasn't the best memory it was still mine and I can only remember part of it. I wish I could remember more than the few memories I have from when I was younger. I have less than what can be counted on one hand. they are my memories they are mine if only they thought so too.
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Life drains me,
And as I search for the reasons,
I find only myself to blame.
The choices I made,
The chances I let slip away,
The endless wandering that carried me too far.

For a time, I hated myself.
I cried tears not meant for me,
Carried burdens that weren’t mine to bear,
And still, they left me—
Alone.
The pain lingers,
But you never abandoned me.

My strength comes from you.
My joy, too.
And as I lie in the quiet,
I sleep wrapped in your embrace,
You cover me,
You rescue me.

Is it only me you bless?
Is your grace meant for me alone?
What must I prove to myself
When my heart no longer beats
in rhythm with your approval?

May I never miss my portion,
The rainbows you’ve already prepared for me.
For when I laid my heart bare,
You found it.

You brought it back to life,
So that now,
I can love you more than I love myself,
More than those I hold dear.

Does it matter if my tears run dry for them?
Will eternity slip away
if I choose what you do not desire?
When will I find myself again?
When will my soul be satisfied?
showyoulove Dec 2024
You find me Lord and you speak my name
Fully known and truly loved, I'm not the same
I find myself in your eyes of grace
I find myself in a much better place
I find myself with joy in my heart
I find myself a work of living art
I find a new song formed on my lips
I find my stomach doing flips
I find my cheeks most deeply blush
My pulse quicken and my blood rush
I find to think of you gives me a thrill
And my God! I pray, pray that it ever will
To life's most burning questions I find
That the only answers truly lie
In finding a love that lasts a lifetime
For love takes all of a lifetime to tell
showyoulove Dec 2024
Raindrops and dewdrops upon the lawn
Whisper sweet nothings until the dawn
I see in your eyes a light so subline
I get lost and found in them all the time
The wind moves your hair
And it moves my heart too
Now I know that you're aware
I get lost and found in you
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