poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Sitting on the sun deck
Reading aloud the poems of Pablo Neruda
Crying, Weeping openly
at his penned love,
I felt connected to someone
I had never met,
And mourned his passing…
Stealing a glance at you
I saw you too were moved,
As tears found the corners of
Your sweet eyes,
We both saw
The purity in his love
And doing so,
Saw the purity in ours…