Love And Life Comments

'This live-long minute true to thee' - Liked this line most of all!

hmmm... another poet using the excuse of time to get a woman in bed? -gk

All my past life is mine no more, / The flying hours are gone, - - -I love it when a poem speaks to me like this poet does. Proves that some truths last for centuries.

Life and Time are both active and dynamic entities. Are they separated? In the end the poet tells us if you know the science behind the illusory time philosophically, you may realize that there is no separation between you and your time. The poem describes the relationship between love, life and time wonderfully. Chandan

'Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heav'n allows. '..is the gist of the poem. Time can't be trapped and used as and when one liked. Very nice poem about illusive nature of time and how present makes the sense.

Lovely poem. This moment is all we have to own and to offer.

Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heav'n allows. a very fine poem.. tony

Life in a fleeting moment is crystallised, 'This live-long minute true to thee'

This is a beautiful poem on love and life having touching expression and nice collocation.

Time's speed! ! Flying hours! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Nice piece of artwork, ... I like the style of writing here...

wonderfully starting this poem- All my past life is mine no more, ...... Like transitory dreams giv'n o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. //// Excellent pensive writing on LOVE AND LIFE

'If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heav'n allows.'........Great lines!

False hearts, and broken vows I felt that👏👏

Short, but has a lot to offer....nice poem

An interesting poem about human life. Likes.

That's Awesome and Superb!

Beautifully Done! ! ! ! ! Beautifully Phrased! ! ! ! ! Cherish The Moments Gave! ! ! ! ! Ever So Much Praise! ! ! ! ! Thank You For Sharing! ! ! ! !

This poem is hilarious. A defense for being a randy, promiscuous lothario. The argument here is something like, please don't worry about by past infidelities, indiscretions and peccadilloes because they're all in the past. And you can't rightly accuse me of anything I haven't done yet, so don't bother me with theoreticals that have no concrete basis in actual events. No retributions. No preemptive strikes. Only this immediate carnal delight. Now let's get on with it. I think it's pretty funny to dismiss causality and issues of identity persisting through time as meaningless since we depend on them, explicitly and implicitly, to get us safely through each and every day. Does anybody really think that they're discontinuous with the person that they were yesterday? And that we use that continuing sense of identity to predicate how we'll act tomorrow? Unless we need to throw all that out the window for a little quicky satisfaction now. Hot stuff.

The most existential expression on the theme of love, but the moment is now gone, so I must also. (I knew Robert would find those first 2 stanzas appealing) :)