Every day, when I awake,
I think of you,
Every night, before I sleep,
I think of you.
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loss always brings sadness and regret, whatever its reasons and you have described it in a beautiful way interesting work, I like it
We live and love and lose love spent And think of past our long lament In rueful harmful harsh torment 'Til another sees our sadness rent Then in loves form we fall and vent And grow in fading discontent Hoping love is permanent And long may we be suited yet. Alternative last line: And hope I'm not incontinent. Thanks for the nice poem.
There were elements in this poem I liked- especially the brief verses that still pack an impact: Moons still wane, And suns still rise,