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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Lorelei
Let me speak of Lorelei,
Soft green fields, and clear blue sky.
Let me tell my tale of woe
And of love made long ago.
And of that which came to be,
Blessed dreams of her and me.
When taken by her velvet charm,
Her flashing eyes and gentle arm.
We frolicked then and came to spoon.
Sweet Lorelei, and I, in June.
And with our maiden love in tow
We cherished love's made afterglow.
Soon, then it came, as comes what may.
The end of this, or so they say.
When Lorelei, in our green field
Made love again, so life revealed.
And what is more, I was not there
When Lorelei made love so fair.
When told of this, as I first learned;
I wondered why our love was spurned.
So came the day with Lorelei.
My oh sweet love, I asked her why.
But what in truth might lovers say
When clear blue skies, turn dark and grey?
Then Lorelei, with watered eyes
So bravely stood and told no lies.
And she replied as few could do,
Still torn between the loves she knew.
For hurting me, she understood
My hate for her, and said I should.
Twas thus it came, as some loves do.
This bittered end to love brand new.
But as it is, or so it seems,
I love her still in blessed dreams.
And nevermore to question why,
For none loved me as Lorelei.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Love
There is not just one great love
For each as God has planned.
Who can say which manifest
Of it He may command?
The precious love of childhood,
So hallowed and so pure;
Can never be extinguished.
Like God, it shall endure.
The fortuned course of young love,
So fickle in its fate.
Sometimes to be abandoned
Before it can abate.
Orphaned love, developed late,
Is often bought at cost;
Bringing love to many hearts
Who've often loved and lost.
Aged love; in life's decline,
Is there to fill the holes,
Opened by the fates of life.
To solace lonely souls.
All such loves appear when due.
Most blessed with peace of mind.
Each are then, by those we love.
Accepted or declined.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Lover's Lane
Here I am just all alone without your love dear.
Will I ever know a love that can remain?
As I struggle through my life without contentment,
Can I ever find it here on Lover's Lane?
I can't sing a loving song with cheerful feeling.
I've not broken any link of our love chain.
I'll forever be required to keep the memory
Of the times we spent right here on Lover's Lane.
Though I know that you're still near, it's not forever.
And this place so seldom sees love's bitter pain.
I still cling to fading hope that you'll remember,
How you felt when we once loved on Lover's Lane.
I can't see, for I'm still blind in love with you dear,
How I'll manage if your love I can't regain.
I shall take whatever comes as I'm not sorry
For the moments we spent here on Lover's Lane.
I just hope you take the time you need my darling.
And I hope that you don't dwell on sad refrain.
Just remember all the joy we had together,
When we held each other close on Lover's Lane.
If it is the last good-bye for our love darling.
And the words you try to use don't make it plain.
Please remember these three words, 'It's lost forever.'
Like the loves so often found on Lover's Lane.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Love's Lost Highway
I don't know when I took the turn
That put me on this road.
I guess I missed the sign that said,
'Where broken hearts abode.'
I've walked this lonely road so long
I really could not say,
How many times I've stopped to love
Along 'Love's Lost Highway.'
And I really don't remember
How many years it's been.
I hope I've many miles to go
Before I love again.
I haven't spent a lot of time
At stops along the way.
But sometimes we just have to put
Our lonely hearts in play.
And so today I stopped to rest
To taste of love once more.
But once again she broke my heart,
As others have before.
So now it's time I journey on,
I've thrown my heart away.
And lost my love again somehow,
Along 'Love's Lost Highway.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
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