Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Little Death



Every time you walk away
I die a little death;
a piece of me disappears,
heart stops, as does my breath.

My lonely soul held captive,
imprisoned by your grace;
come love, return, rescue me,
unveil your winsome face.

Then once again I shall live,
forever in your spell;
leave me not, my lady fair,
close by you let me dwell.

Copyright © Kristina M. Hooper, 03/08/2011


 Inspired by my husband...early this morning he gave me the line 'every time you walk away, I die a little'...challenged me to write something...
so, this is to my love...
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3 comments:

  1. I was there, I remember it well!! Beautiful!

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  2. Wow!!! now that is Love....what beautiful words for a husband to speak...what a lovely poem to flow from the heart of his true love...I'm just a little bit jealous right now...Jo

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