The first time I said, "I love you, "
the words were fresh and pure, and I spoke
the simple truth, and you said simply, "Likewise."
Our world was so small: just a couple of
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Spring is always connected to love and hope. The imagery of love runs throughtout your poem, warm and beautiful like spring.The power of love won't be expired for love is the eternal theme.A wonderful poem.
what does it mean that the two become one—this is what comes to mind for me reading this, daniel. your use of the phrase secret name intrigues me because it is foreign to me, not something i'd use. —the intuitive feel or understanding of someone from long and patient familiarity? love—always the most worthy subject to celebrate and explore. -glen
A poem one would like to read and read to feel the feel of Spring- - The last time I said, I love you, you hovered over my prostrate, bedridden body, and smiled the widest smile of greeting in all the world. Then you melted into my being, and there was no space we did not occupy together. The words had all been spoken already, the final Spring had past, then I expired, and we are one.
Thanks much for your sensitive comment. You see love is at the center of most poems
Wonderful about journey of love through spring..liked very much Daniel
How beautifully n artistically you connect love n spring. A tale of eternal love, with a touch of poetic sadness. In death, they united forever, never to part. That's really my idea of true love that goes beyond life. A big 10.