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Two of Five
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by Jeffrey Olszewski |
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Two of five Only two of five
Can these alone know love These senses gifted by God or Darwin
So I ask :
If the sound of her voice Like a tuning fork resting against my heart Never fails to warm me
And if the mere sight of her Quickens my pulse When ever in her vicinity
Is that enough to know?
Must I have lingered over the scent of her shoulder So unbelievably beautiful in black sleeveless top and pearls To know that the memory of this Whenever recalled Will thankfully be with me until my last breath
Must I have kissed her To understand what a tender piece of heaven it would be So ethereal Each time her lips meet mine
Must we have been eye to eye All five senses ablaze To know that when so close Time stands still And the moment rules
If my hand has never slid with care To that singular spot on her back Can I ever know the wild anticipation Of what burns below and above
And so I ask again :
For over the years As I have silently witnessed her passion for life And a kindness for those less fortunate
The subtle strength in her movements And in her eyes
And beauty On a scale never before seen
Maybe it is possible after all With only sight and sound as my allies To know love
If it is her that I see And her voice that I hear Two of five is just fine. |
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22-Jan-2006 |
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Comments on this Poem
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Why can't I meet a woman like this man is describing?
Good poem, full of passion, nice flow.
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Every man should feel this strongly at least once in his life
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He sure must love her, whoever they are.
Hope she knows it.
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