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Best Poems From
GREENWOLFE 1962
(MARCH 23, 1951)
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Ashes
I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.
I don't think you considered
The wonders of the mind,
And how it treats the remnants
Of lovers left behind.
You thought I'd always cherish,
The things you gave to me.
But honey, I can't value,
What others get for free.
It's going to take forever,
But I've got many years;
To burn away the memories
Contained in all my tears.
For now I've just avoided,
Substantial pain and strife.
I just incinerated all,
The things that were our life.
They now are only ashes.
No flames of love remain.
Here no Phoenix lies in wait;
For love, to rise again.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Autumn Love
I met her in the autumn ;
When such are found , you know .
She said , 'In all her glory .'
Though joking , oh how so !
So true , I did inform her .
But then , to no surprise .
Such things are never certain
In autumn's paradise .
An autumn love , so firmly ,
May grasp a loving heart ;
It still may seem together ,
Though broken from the start .
Through autumn , when it found me .
Through winter's frozen years .
Such love alive in springtime ,
Brings forth a rain of tears .
That's why the loves of autumn
Display a special trait .
The heartbreak , comes much sooner .
The love ends , much too late .
For young love , it's more tragic .
Although it's torn apart ,
The yearning never ceases
Around a virgin heart .
So when the tears of springtime
Give way and summer looms ;
The autumn love , once tempting ,
Ignores the soul it dooms .
And then , the autumn comes again
For young loves one and all .
Changing then , its name once more ,
From autumn to the fall .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Blessed Love
We met as children long ago.
I can't recall the day.
I was too young to notice then,
It must have been at play.
It's funny how it came to be.
Unnatural, I guess.
God must have just got up one day
In search of souls to bless.
He surely found us oh so young,
But I guess, just in time;
For us to start our journey off
With friendship so sublime.
Soon it made a love affair
Just as we came of age.
Your diary expressed it well,
My name on every page.
As we came of age we vowed
To wed forever more.
Who knew we'd ever live so long
Or what life had in store.
We had three kids and lost but one,
The sadness of our life.
I guess we had the best of things,
Without much pain or strife.
And as our children moved away,
We did then as we should.
We spent our time in doing things
We always wished we could.
The time just seemed to pass away
Almost before we knew.
But all I know is what there was,
I spent in loving you.
I know you did as well my love,
It showed in many ways;
The way you always touched my arm
And held your loving gaze.
Yes, it's funny how it came to be,
And how it is somehow.
We never have done things alone.
At least, until right now.
We've been as one so very long,
How can we be apart?
And how will it continue on,
The beating of my heart?
I hope that God may soon arise
As He did once before.
And bless our souls just one last time
By calling home one more.
GREENWOLFE 1962
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Borrowed Words
I'm waiting here for someone .
Just who , I couldn't say .
She's bringing my contentment .
True love , I guess , someday .
I may just wait forever .
Again , this one last time .
It's then , I shall endeavor
To put our love in rhyme .
By then , if I've forgotten
Expressions lovers say ;
I thought that I'd just borrow
From those I wrote today .
That's why I don't mind waiting .
I've got more time you see ,
To think of things more charming
To say when love's with me .
It's then , when I'm contented
And know not what to say .
I'll be so glad I waited
And wrote of love this day .
So let me write my love words
To one I do not know .
Though someday , they'll be borrowed ,
These words wrote long ago .
GREENWOLFE 1962
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