Loves Redemption

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    Loves Redemption

    In my life I have loved many.
    But now to my dismay not one.
    With a heart that overflows with love.
    Why must I now share it with none.
    As every creation is beautiful to me, as its life unfolds.
    Each as different as a field of flowers, that I desired to hold.
    Their beauty never faded for the fields were vast.
    Never a sunrise did I think I would be sitting alone reminiscing my last.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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