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Goodbye.(M.P.Bridger)My God, she's saying goodbye. Soft and gentle feathered words But it's goodbye all the same. Can I stop her? Turn her around With passion's grip on reason? Or hold her like I did before In my shiny eyes of love? Can I entrance once again With sparkling wit and jokes She alone laughed at? No. For she only laughed to please me Could I stir her dark desires, Bring back love's Roses to her cheeks Glowing with furnaced kisses? No. For she only kissed to please me. Why does love die? That's the question. Why can't we be content with love Instead of beating it to death After smothering it with lies and abuse? She still ensnares my senses With her scent of gentle woman, She still listens patiently To my half-baked dreams, Absorbing them with gentle maternal smiles. She still holds my heart And does her best not to drop it. But lilting sighs and words of comfort spoken Now strain to reach sincerity. She still cares for me, I know. She fears for me too But my God, She's saying goodbye. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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