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Forever Yours

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

Sad Songs Remembered

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Forever Yours

by Richard

Cold steel in my side, the world fades to gray
Smoke stings my eyes, another soldier gone astray
Comrades lie silent, their faces turned to sky
This wasn't the future we dreamt of, you and I

Sweetheart, this picture, worn with every mile
The memory of your smile, for a little while
It chases away the fear, the sting of defeat
But a lifetime of loving, condensed into this heat

Remember that fight, the night before I left?
Angry words spoken, a love harshly cleft
I should've held you tighter, whispered promises true
Instead, I slammed the door, leaving the worst of me with you

The mud sucks me down, a crimson tide rising high
But in your eyes, my love, forever I can fly
We'll dance beneath the stars, a waltz in the unknown
No battlefield scars, just love we've always known

Sweetheart, this picture, stained with crimson tide
The memory of your smile, by my side, my side
It chases away the fear, the final, fading beat
A lifetime of loving, wrapped around this tattered sheet

Forgive me, darling, for the harsh goodbye
My love for you, eternal, beneath this fading sky

Sad Songs Remembered

by Philip Bourke Marston

Not of my lady be, this once, my lay, 
But of my songs of her be this my song;— 
My songs, that stood, a strange and unseen throng, 
About my spirit, ready to obey 
The words that grief and love might have to say. 
In this one, all the pain of hope found tongue; 
To this I said, "Go forth! and be thou strong, 
Some pity of my lady's soul to pray."

And now, poor songs, that they have done their best, 
Though weak their wings might be my love to bear,— 
Now that Joy's regal foot is on the stair 
That Grief so often trod in long unrest,— 
I will not these my faithful songs despise, 
But look on them with reverential eyes. 

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