Hush my love, don’t fret and fuss -
now there’s just the two of us.
We’ll dream together, here below
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A final song but not a final love! The singing of a beautiful love song ads fuel to the fire that is already burning with love notes. The fire of love is not easily extinguished by words nor by songs. A beautiful write again Val.
Hope not a final song because this is so good....should make an album :) haha_Soul
Your wonderful poem made me wonder: Must we have said a farewell, to have the precious flower of eternal love? Thank you for share dear Valerie, another poem of yours to love!
such a Beautiful piece could you play this on an acoustic? nicely penned
to sing the final song together/ a romantic poem/well-express'd! ! ! !
An emotional romantic poem that is touching! Enjoyed, Valerie!
Why should it be the final song? You can continue to sing, for music is the food of love! Sweet and Lovely!
Your poem is delightful and strongly optimistic. Love is a power that helps us to stand tall and not fearing our last song, it stirs like any good poem.
So tender, , so bitter-sweet, so sad Only the very great poets can stir up this emotional tempest
The love and emotion are palpable when reading this poem. Very moving, extremely beautiful. A masterpieces, Val
.... in this togetherness of your own let the sweet song be sung and preceding that why don`t you whisper your sweet nothings into the ears of each other? Yet another fine Valerie write indeed!
Casting of the shadow - a subtle way to bring in the unpleasant - and then to look in the mirror. Beautiful poem of great depth of feelings.
Brilliant poem right here :) I loved how you introduced rhyme.it makes it so heartfelt :) -W
Empty nesters? Alone, in the end, that farewell to everything once known, and hello to everything new.... Remember going off to kindergarten? Losing the sanctity of everything you knew, mornings with mother, comforting love, off to something unknown, something different, something outside that of so familiar comfort zone, scared, lagging, hesitating - dreading the change... It was a Saturday in 1965 when my school was registering new kindergarten students so dad was home that day. He loaded the wagon with everyone, all the kids and mom, and headed for that school. With seven of us kids it was easy to get lost in the count. I told myself I was a big boy, I wasn't afraid - that's not why I didn't get in the car.... I saw a fly in the kitchen and decided it was more important to spend that early afternoon at home with a flyswatter - ridding our home of those petulant pests. I certainly didn't have time to go gallivanting around at some school. Mom and Dad didn't notice I wasn't there until they got to the school. Eventually I ended up in that class though, with Mrs. Hawkins, who was spending her very first year as a teacher. And I fell absolutely madly in love with her. I emailed her 40 years later during her very last year of teaching at that same school. I didn't think she would remember me, but she said that it was her first year of teaching and she fell in love with me too, could never forget me. In '08 she came to my father's funeral. I hugged her for the first time in 43 years. I'm glad that I went to that class. I think empty nesting is gonna be kind of the same...