Lois Wyse 1

In high-school we used to collect the poetry of Lois Wyse from a magazine/newspaper I can no longer remember the name. The Lois Wyse I read now in Wikipedia seems to be different from the one I "worshiped" in high-school. Fortunately, a close friend was able to keep some of those poems in her notebook (as I have lost all of mine in a house fire). And so whether it is the same writer or not, I will be posting the Lois Wyse poetry I know in this blog from time to time. 

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 It is a good thing
That we never say
Our love is complete,
For we both know
That joy is in the making,
Not the finishing,
Of things.

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love is not an obligation
it is a privilege
love, not travel
cures the restless

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I must trust the way

I feel about you

For if I do not trust me

how can I expect you

to trust me?

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The promises I make to me

Are as important as the

promises I make to you

And if this were not so

Then you could never trust me.

~*~

It's nice to open up the heart a little

and let some hurt come in

It proves you are still alive.

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You are a meter gone or a mile away

You are out of my reach, or too far to

feel my outstretched hand.

~*~