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The Gateway
Some people view poetry
As merely a literary art
Yet what you see before you
Is the gateway of our hearts
It has become a soft caress
For our hands can not reach
It has become our hopes, our prayers
The one faith we can believe
It has become a loving glance
When eyes fall short to see
It has become a shoulder
As our days are filled with need
It sounds the beating of true love
That distance won't let us hear
It brings to us the sweetest dream
So we never truly disappear
Now and then someone may say
How did this love come to be
And our answer shall ring out
We love through poetry
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-20-05
Signatures By
The Tired Lion
As merely a literary art
Yet what you see before you
Is the gateway of our hearts
It has become a soft caress
For our hands can not reach
It has become our hopes, our prayers
The one faith we can believe
It has become a loving glance
When eyes fall short to see
It has become a shoulder
As our days are filled with need
It sounds the beating of true love
That distance won't let us hear
It brings to us the sweetest dream
So we never truly disappear
Now and then someone may say
How did this love come to be
And our answer shall ring out
We love through poetry
~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-20-05
Signatures By
The Tired Lion
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