The hardest thing I ever had to do
Was pretend I didn't love you.
I'm still holding on to what is now past tense And your love in the present Has past away ever since
I try and lie to myself
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Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly. It is whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. Being a spiritual experience, we cannot control love, it goes wherever it chooses. I like the articulation and penning of the poem. A lovely piece of poetry written with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.