Quilling Leaves

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I love to read and write. I like the books Keeper of the Lost Cities, Percy Jackson, and Wings of Fire. I could rant for hours about Percy Jackson. I think Keefe is best for Sophie. I like the night sky too. I also believe in Jesus Christ.

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Thanks for reading this poem. I know I haven't posted in a while. Any feedback is welcome. Thanks again and God bless you.

But, Sweetheart, We Cannot Be

April 12, 2019


But, sweetheart, remember, I was borne to tide.
I don't know the caressing tide to shore,
this heart was weathered by storms.
The craving waves never relenting,
the honor and courage of the sea.

I'm familiar with celestial beauty,
the endless horizon and blazing sun.
The sea salt wind whisked through hair,
taut and raw of years.
The ocean is a wild place in my eyes,
but upon traveling its tide, beauties are discovered.

Oh, Sweetheart, your gracious words of land.
Upon rolling and folding greens,
tumbling and rushing falls,
and endless orchards of shade.

Smoke rising above your head,
cobblestone beneath your boots.
Darling little houses
charm the towns.

Shops lining the streets,
dressmakers and smelters,
gentlemen and stable hands,
servants and mail boys.

The sound of clopping hooves
and strange stifling smells,
Perfume and metallic odors.
Calloused hands upon rust and hammers 
and delicate fingers grace rich silk.

Comfort and riches,
wealth and elegant parties.
Status and society,
commoner to nobility.
It's all much.

Oh, our hearts so perfectly fitted,
but it can't be so.
We are two worlds apart,
we stand in differences.
Your feet upon comfort and wealth,
and mine upon wood and calloused hands on rope.

The ocean, fathoms deep,
the shore distances apart.
Our young hearts aren't fooled,
we know where they belong,
but that's not together.
We cannot be.

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