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  1. #1
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    Jun 2010


    Default A memory of love

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    I came upon a house so bare.
    I knew there could be no one there.
    I wished to enter so I knocked.
    No one answered. The door was locked.
    I saw a window through which I peered
    and saw it looked just as I feared,
    lonely, deserted, cold and musty
    cobwebs hanging, everything dusty.

    The need to go inside
    was an urgency I could not hide.
    Should I break the door or shatter the pane?
    Encouragement came when I felt the rain.
    I entered slowly and looked around
    amazed and astounded at what I found.
    Every room was empty but for one,
    a bedroom with chair facing towards sun.

    Beside the chair was a frame
    holding the picture of a girl with no name.
    Curiosity got the best of me
    so I turned it over and I did see
    her name scribbled hastily.
    'Janette, my love I give to you
    this picture I love to sit and view.'
    and then I placed it back.

    The house was no longer cold to me
    for it housed a loving memory.
    I left it right beside the chair
    as if the lover still was there.
    Upon leaving the bedroom I closed the door
    so it would stay as it was before.
    My intrusion on this private place
    as I exited left a smile on my face.

  2. #2
    Join Date
    Jun 2010



    nice one



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