I loved you then

I loved you then; I love you still.
You are a part of me.

The turning of the years dulls not
The passion or the tears.

Your eyes, deep pools, in which I drowned.
Your lips stole my breath, without a sound.

Your arms around me--I feel them now.

You are a part of me;
Thank God, you are a part of me.

You were my dawning sun,
You were my early morning dew.

Time marches on without you now,
But I still dream of you.

How cruel the day that took you home.

How hard to find my peace--alone.

I wouldn't change one thing, I know.

You live on as part of me--
You are the very best of me.

Author's Note

Not my best, but it definitely captures a "little something" from within.
I find that for me, rhyming derails my attempts to create something both beautiful and meaningful. Please let me know your thoughts.

Reviews

[Kaitlynn A. Black]

I don't think you sould put yourself down on this one. It may not have a snap tight flow, but the flow it has is a real one, breathable in it's emotions and embracing in it's tangible sorrow. Not only does it succeed in painting a powerful story, it paints the expressions on the face.
When one looses that special half... you capture it with grace and integrity.

Hugs! - Kate

[Ashfallen]

The more I read this, my own poem, the less I like it. It's lazy. The rhymes are forced. There's no imagery or subtlety, or even depth, really. It simply streams some thoughts, straightforwardly. Yes, there is emotion there, but that's not enough. To me, this isn't poetry. It's prose framed as poetry. So, I guess I'm my own worst critic.

[Kurayami]

This is a beautiful poem. I think I know the meaning behind this poem.

~Kurayami