Late at Night

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    Late at Night

    Late at night as I lay beside you,
    I stare into nothing, and wonder why.
    Late at night as you hold me against you,
    I weep into your shoulder, and wonder why.
    Late at night as time goes on by,
    I look at your face so serene, and wonder why.
    Late at night I doubt your love for me,
    and you are blissfully unaware.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    CatEyes’s Poems (3)

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