Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
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I think we all look back at the moments of our youth and the ones we chose to ignore. And we wonder what if...
the classic melancholy of love...beautifully put a simple beautiful ode to love we ll be in touch tc sat
Aww, so touching and filled with such sadness. Your words always captivating and draws the reader in. Amazing piece.
I like this one. So often we turn from our true love out of fear or immaturity and somehow; live to later regret that we never took that chance. Like it..like it..like it.
I notice that this poem is in continuation of the other poem. The same positivism after a dejected affair. A nice poem and the ending is wonderful.
Time can certainly change everything. You told the story in perfect rhythm and rhyme and it gives one something to think about. Lovely writing Greenwolfe Karin Anderson
It is a sad history. In the life is sometimes very similarly. Only when we are losing somebody, we are starting appreciating the value of somebody. It concerns every emotion. Very much nicely you told this story. I think that I will not only have opinion. I read with pleasure :) Greetings for you :) Maria Barbara Korynt
I suppose Young William needed to go for counselling to have turned down such an offer or his heart is as indifferent to emotions or fellow feelings.Poor William, mercy and pity on him. A 10 to you from me to portray people like Young William bereft of love this way.
poor thing young april...sounds like a sad fantasy
Poor young april, i felt for her. She deserved better. Thanks for sharing of your talent again :)
beautiful piece.. your poetry is always well thought out and planted..
it's a beautiful ballad... Roses well know to show the love with aromas, and also successfully hide the love with help of the prickles...10... Tsira
Very mellow bittersweet.Love must be grabbed and held onto but young people really don't learn until it's too late! ! ! ! ! !
Men always hanker for the things he don't have. If some beautiful person comes on his/her own accord he tries to ignore him/her............This game of ego is beautifully portrayed in your poem......Good Write......