A poem dedicated to April love
Posted: Tuesday, September 30, 2008
by Elfreda Eriksen
A poem of unremitting Love 
The warmth of your smile lingers in the last of the summer sun.
If you are there, can I hold you in my arms like I did once on the eve of that day in April,
when our spirits first met in the garden of new life.
If you are there, tell me you love me and I will know,
that in the harvest of my life I have reaped what has been sown.
If you are there and do not wish to share the joys and memories of spring with me,
then have no care, I'll be glad that our paths dare to cross and that I once loved
eternally.

This poem is dedicated to all those who have fallen in love for the first and last time in April,
when all nature seeks to find their perfect mate.
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)Nice poem Elfreda,Funny thing is that I love the month of April. It is also spring and has all the beautiful aromas of roses and flowers. It is also my birthday month : -)
hi elfreda,beautiful, heart felt words coming to life on the page.one can sense the feelings, and remember the happiness and the pain.thanks for sharing, and keep doing it!!!,my best to you,sue
This is a warm and tender poem. So much in just a few words. It has an edge of sadness about it which is very touching. Great writing Elfreda.Maria
Thank you,It is heart felt I must admit. I don't suppose I'll ever write a poem like this one again because I'll never feel the same sentiments. But let it stand as a monumentto a great and honorable moment in one's life.Thanks for reading.Elfreda
I think that this poem is the most heart felt poem I have ever written and every time I read it, it stays as fresh and as beautiful as the spring flowers. I think it's the best poem I've ever written and the first real self-reflective praise as well!!!Elfreda
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