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Again

Posted on: 13 November 2006

Never
In my wildest dreams
Not again
Dreamt it could happen
Tried to keep my distance
Drawn in by your cunning
Like a magnet
To your charm
Your sweet words
Beguiled me
You’re safe here
Enveloped in my arms
Take my hand
As one we’ll be
Shall part your lips
Breathe life into your soul
Rekindle dying passion
Look
Open your eyes
See through mine
I love you
My heart you stole
You have to believe
Learn to trust
Me
Believe I did
Gave you my all
But
Those honeyed words
You then whispered
To another
In my wake
So I ask you this
How do you determine
Who you discard
And whom you take

copyright 2006 ann raven

I first posted this almost a year ago in January and since then I have visited to so many new interesting and fascinating blogs. Reading others views, perceptions, writings, poetry and quotes brought this back to my mind and I would like to share it with you once again please.

The following words were found on the tomb of an Anglican Bishop in the crypts of Westminster Abbey

When I was young and free and my imagination had no limits,
I dreamed of changing the world.
As I grew older and wiser, I discovered the world would not change, so I shortened my sights somewhat and decided to change only my country.
But, it too, seemed immovable.
As I grew into my twilight years, in one last desperate attempt, I settled for changing only my family, those closest to me, but alas, they would have none of it.
And now as I lie on my deathbed, I suddenly realise:
If I had only changed my self first, then by example I would have changed my family.
From their inspiration and encouragement, I would then have been able to better my country and, who knows, I may have even changed the world.
Anonymous

With these thoughts I wish you all a good week.


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