Poem Hunter
(04 October 1943 / Germany)


In contact, lo! the flint and steel,
By sharp and flame, the thought reveal
That he the metal, she the stone,
Had cherished secretly alone.

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Well, I think this is a wonderful poem Herbert. Gravity may love me but, I hate to say....I'm not loving gravity! Great poem. Sincerely, Mary
You had me laughing on this....lol! !
Gravity on the breasts of a lesser woman....would not prove so loving...Haines, Jr., this is not only lovely, but very sweet. You are just an ol' softie....come clean, Baby.
I like this one Herbert. It made me laugh out loud. Thank you much enjoyed.
Forgive the expression but this I found this one cute and witty. Yet, still full of depth. I laughed reading: 'gravity loves you'. I hope its a distant love as I age.