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Posthumous poem - Growth

Updated on August 7, 2011

Growth - Self - Today and Love is Lost

How much love you, You 'll never know.

The more we talk, the more love grows.

In a whisper it always shows love and tenderness and how it glows.

My blood comes to boil and it always knows that when I am with you excitement flows.

How much I can love you, you'll some day know, can't hide behind brightness,

It blinds you so.

Tony - 1992


Self

To love your self,

is to be loved,

for you are what you reflect.

T.F. 2/1/1981

Today is always the first day of Tomorrow.

Tony Friedman

6/28/1992


Love is Lost

From me to you.


You don't know loss until,

you lose a love...

And don't really know love until you've lost it...

To have known the loss of love,

Is to have had

love lost.

Tony Friedman

8/1/1992


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    • mckbirdbks profile image

      mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

      he seems to have had some confusion, as all poets do

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      sister that 5 years ago from So Cal

      Yes. Much soul searching. Be sure to look in the branches above for the hawk.

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