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Nov 09
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hockeygirlforever

Letter to an Angel

Photographer: Family friend 

Though death doth depart us and pain doth pry,
Eternity pleads pale before this heart;
My love for you will break the bounds of time.

My love, my angel dear, my eyes will cry
An ocean whose tears ebb, but never part.
Though death doth depart us and pain doth pry.

You were meant to never leave, never die,
Never fade. Immortal in death and start,
My love for you will break the bounds of time.

And as I think, write, love these words I cry;
Neither words, nor stars, my love can impart,
Though death doth depart us and pain doth pry.

I would doom the Earth and who on her lie
To lay rest Atlas, so sky kisses dirt.
My love for you will break the bounds of time.


Return to Heaven, Dear Angel of mine.
Wait for me there, where to our souls depart.
Though death doth depart us and pain doth pry,
My love for you will break the bounds of time.
 

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Posted: 11.09.18
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  1. Nightheart
    Nov 09, 2018

    Dear hockeygirlforever,
    this poem is beautifully eloquent and incredibly inspiring. I think the more old times language also adds this because of the style of the poem. Overall, good work! it's a great poem!
    -nightheart

    "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion"- Albert Camus

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  1. hockeygirlforever
    Nov 29, 2018

    thank you so much! My family lost a horse recently who was indescribably important to us. This poem is my way of giving back to him what he gave to me: inspiration, love, support, and so much more. Your comment means so much to me, as this is the most emotional piece I've ever written.

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