Ideal

Forgiveness;
Sweetest of all
melodies
The more you
know,
The less you
see.
You touched me with
the brightest
light.
And now I
confess,
I wish
I was
right.
Perhaps the
gleam
of winter snow
could help you
understand
I’m so..
happy
when the day is
warm
but with you..
I’ll
rethink
my words.
It looks
as if
I love you.
So..
The more I
think,
The less I
know.





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SecretSasha said...
Dec. 6, 2011 at 1:45 pm
This is a good poem.
 
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