A lover of exceptional ability.

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I am not adept

To say a word

Of your loves

We all have heard.

Someday hopefully

We should do meet

The existing ones

With you

Love is but a flowing stream

It silently ebbs away

We cannot scream

When the time

To get up comes

The lover of imagination

Has from our love chest

Has gone since

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  • George W Whitehead on Jul 27, 2009

    Nice poem, LH.

  • papaleng on Jul 27, 2009

    I must adlire your imagination and the way you play with words, normally, these lines are said by men.

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