My Love never languished.
She was a visual feast, another Helen,
and we loved with an incandescent love
so that even the gods wept and wished to be mortal.
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I've been browsing through your poems and feeling I should comment fulsomely on every one. You are certainly a consummately skilled poet and a deep and emotional thinker. I can't resist any more and I must comment on this beautiful piece - so heartfelt and yet unsentimental, sensual and loving, and in the end so moving. I shall read all of the work you publish on here.
To love is be a hosatage ro fate I love and am willing to risk being left alone. Only for a little while unti we meet again in our next lives Love is sternal
Atleast you loved. A very emotional poem, almost like a journey of love life. Preets
You mix reality and the awareness of artifice so touchingly and effectively.
What a beautiful poem..a love that survives summer, autumn and winter time and time again...few people experience that..I love the way you write -Pia
A wonderful poem. The manifestation of love is described very effectively. I feel you should bring out your poem collection in book form.
What a loving poem William, with so much love and intensity. The ending so very sad. Take care, Excellent poem.
So that even the gods wish to be mortal.... an superb expression of deep love. I truly admired this work. The connections with Helen and with Annabel Lee, make it all the more poignant, connecting it with deep currents of our culture. The reader is swept up into your love - and loss. Heartfelt, wise, and beautiful. - Will
When there is birth, there is death. In between this, the life experiences whatever it wants. Love begets love and hatred begets hatred. This is a lovely poem, though it has a tragic finish at the end.
An electrifying piece William...I can appericiate the ending.......just electrifying
'And the world whirled on as the gods watched and wept and wished they had made us immortal'. Yes indeed. I love these words, how truly beautiful, Ally x