Between the bookends Of my heart I keep the stories of our love ... The one that tells of that first night When we knew each sweet surrender ... Sang our song of love And found such comfort In the silent wisdom of the stars ... The one that tells of your farewell ... (I realize now how wise you were Not to tie me down But to leave our love unspoiled) And so I treasure dearly the stories Between the bookends Of my heart ... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SWEET STAY-AT-HOME by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES PEEWEE by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN THE MAYFLOWERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NEW JERSEY by FRED CLARE BALDWIN |