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May 24, 2006 11:04

AFTER A WHILE

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning.
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
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sirenslily May 24 2006, 16:32:15 UTC

I love this poem. It can apply to all our lives, but a certain couple comes to mind. ;-)

Thanks for sharing! :-)

alienmoon76 May 25 2006, 09:30:17 UTC

So beautiful... actually made me cry today, but it's all good.

anonymous May 25 2006, 12:55:35 UTC

I love this poem it describes exactly where I'm at now. I wish I wrote it.

klisa May 25 2006, 12:56:26 UTC

^Forgot to sign in. The above post was mine.

Confused? anonymous July 8 2006, 17:05:44 UTC

I think the author of this poem is actually Veronica Schoffstall and it's entitled "After the Dawn". Does anyone know for sure? I'm trying to find this out! --Lynn

Re: Confused? anonymous July 8 2006, 17:06:23 UTC

Rather, it's title "Comes the Dawn" --Lynn

Re: Confused? anonymous July 9 2006, 00:07:13 UTC

I don't know. I found this poem at www.poetryamerica.com under Best Love Poems and it was copyrighted to Natasha M. Beard. I've never heard of Veronica Schoffstall. I'm not sure when or from where this poem originated.

Re: Confused? anonymous July 26 2006, 02:12:54 UTC

So very weird bizarre this poem. I wrote poetry throughout high school in the 70s. My mother just cleaned out some old papers and came across many of my poems, one of which was THIS one! I vaguely remembered writing it and was amazed at my clarity at the age of 16 (most of my poems were more "adult" than I was, but I have an old soul I guess). I didn't give it a thought until a friend of mine emailed me a copy this poem, hoping it would help me out now during a difficult time! Well, she said she was just sending a poem - and when I read it, I thought "Why, that's MY poem!" I don't want credit for it, but it's just one of the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. I used to submit my poetry to my English teacher and my mom sent in a few poems of mine to poetry publishers, who knows what happened!

Kim (email me if you want - or know anything

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