The karma of love

When we are young. We waste the gift of love.

     The Karma of Love
       Written on 5 March 1985 


I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could
light up the world surrounding you.

I remember how I wanted you.

How I twisted my world backward.

Just for a few moments of your touch.

Now my heart is in remorse and dismantle.
Every time I think of you.
How you made every moment so special.
I feel weaken.

Now your smiles are rare.
Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles.
You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness.
Hiding all your pain.
I taught you.

Maybe your life wasn't so tough.
But your heart was tender.
Easily broken.
And me.
I was just after another conquest.
Another heart to add to my hunger.
Never to be fulfilled.

You won.
After I left you.
Your beautiful face.
The memories of your tears.
Left me empty and dead.

Now I dreams I left you smiling.
Laughing for our love would never
end for you.
You would be my brightest star.
I would be there to hold you when you
were afraid.

I awake alone.
Seeing the damage done to you.
Was done to me.

I called you.
I told you. "I'm sorry.
I would come back.
I miss and love you."

You whispered.
"Thank you.
I'm alright.
It is too late.
I have nothing left to give."

So funny.
I realized I stole all your dreams.

I also lost my dreams the morning I left you
in our warm bed.
To conquer another poor woman.

Leaving you with my heart.




                        Coyote
                   5 March 1985


 
 

Author's Note

A old poem. When we are young. The gifts of love and emotion is wasted. If I could go back in time. I would be a different man. But that is what fool's say when it is too late.

Reviews

[Sid]

Great piece, the transformation from all the love, happiness and the smiles to the this stanza is amazingly done.
"Now your smiles are rare.
Your beautiful blue eyes lost their sparkles.
You are living alone in a wasteland of loneliness.
Hiding all your pain.
I taught you."
this is also my favorite stanza though i like the way it ends on a more hopeful note...great work!!

[Valentine]

Waking up too late in life can be a very sad thing..how old were you when you wrote this? My mom was a poet..I listened to her and started rhyming at three or so.. Old story of hurts we all face in life..Kathie

[Jo March]

I love it. You so rarely see things from a man's perspective. This makes me happy because I realise there is a hope in some men feeling this way. But at the same time you refer to it as conquest, but you know the 'folly' of your ways.
Yet another beautiful poem from you.

[quinfinn]

the degree of honesty and genuine emotion in this write is almost mind numbing. many people can claim the experience you speak of here, but , i think so few of us would actually give credence to the real and underlying message within. this is a beautiful write, my friend.

[Cole Hayley]

An oldie but a goodie my friend. Brillant once again. I'm in love with the forth stanza

[PoemsbyPatrick]

Conquests of lust can be the downfall of our souls. Good words of warning to all. Love is the better path, though we do not always realize it when we see it, or have it. Very powerful piece of writing.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work. Very heart-wrenching in a way, but still filled with hope at the end. Reminds me of a break-up I wish I had gone through.

[Dori]

You may not be able to change the past, but it's never too late to change yourself. Love the introspection here!

[joshua deathdealer]

Wow a very sad and merciless write. I agree with j. Black that these unfortunate incidents in life make us who we are today but sometimes Oh if we could go back and change our mistakes. I feel your pain Coyote. Excellent heartfelt write.

[An owl on the moon]

What a painful longing.. somehow to undo what the past reflects... wishing that love could have been lasting.. And now, in the looking back, I wonder if we can't be young again and find that depth and blessed love again.