Time is passing inadvertently
But to me, the hours seem longer
When you are no longer by my side,
Making my heart sad and lonely...
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Oh dear this is the love, it makes such fool of us, messing with all of our senses, how easy is to say forget her it makes no good to suffer so, but then would we have such beautiful poems? No! More bitter than sweet sometimes life finds ways to prolong sweetest beauty through arts. Thank you for choosing such a path. Could our thanks never cover for the unhappiness of love, let us pay with smile and a cup of water, that's all we can afford, drink it, nod and go on writing more, sing for the hearts of many many more.
WOW! to be missed and missed and not ever feel lonely God help our hearts... 'In the very scent of your face Still preserved in the pillow That you left behind in my bed When you decided to depart From our nest, for always! ' that put the egg in the frying pan for me... if a person did not pick up on that, God help them...to be left alone cold in the heart warm on the surface, talk about a long walk home...brrrrrr...love the way you came at the poem from the face in the pillow...right on...sad but true, , , what love, love can really really do...very nice style
this is very touching, a saddening poem.... if i may...use more convicting words, this is a sad poem so you need to find sad words. i love the way that you incorporated nature and the earth in to your poem, use the depressing things tho..(:
oh dear..painful truth, we grow so old when left so cold without mates of our souls and minds... warm wishes in this morning from a sincere friend....to your lonely time she depart....
a very touching and heart felt poem, unfortunately i relate to it 'A this very moment, I don't have an idea Of your feelings or whereabouts Or in whose arms you find refuge' i hope you find comfort and love again soon my friend
A lost love gives us lessons to the world where we live...It gives us a clearer view of little things that surround us. When we love, we only see our love-desire. The world is just a background. I see the pureness of your wounded heart. What sadness your poem expressed! Memories may be sad, but this woman had opened all the senses in you, Romeo. This is the positive side of what love is. Love makes us better persons (or better poets) ? Please read my poem FATE. Thanks. Virginia