Ours.

 

Ours.

Ours perhaps was never love 
of the kind that requires proof,
fervour which naught can drown,
the passion that willingly lays down
itself for other's approval, no our own
was something written in a lighter tone.

Ours the keenness of separates
welcoming times of being together,
valuing comfort from touch of hands
when hurts demanded understanding,
yes ours was desire for friendly concord
with choices honoured by harmony's law.

Yet love was there, it grew
with care of each for each,
so in losing you, death too,
of a sort, took life from me.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Fay, your words add heart's blood-red to the solemn gray image above, and we're moved by the lone shadow on her knees. Your words and the image strike the reader in perfect harmony, though sad. There's a rawness but sincerity in this poem that touches us, and yet leaves us wanting to avoid that "losing you" sadness forever. Remarkable work, Fay.

[Fay Slimm]

I really appreciate your poetic review of my few words on Ours dear friend - - your in-put described the essence of what I tried to portray and thank you sincerely.

[Rhayne]

Very emotional and sad, yet leaves deep trenches of memories treasured. Amazing how something sad can reflect beauty. Easy to tell this came from the heart and experience and that gives it that extra tap of emotion.

[Fay Slimm]

A review to treasure this comment on Ours and thank you Rhane for reading with such understanding.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A sad eulogy writ so sweet.

[Fay Slimm]

Thanks John - yes losing a close affinity with someone makes life all the harder to find another such easy relationship as my few words tried to portray

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I do understand. Been there.

[Chris Shaw]

A poignant account of lost love Fay. Each line layering that loss and celebrating the closeness experienced in togetherness while you had it. Touching words to read and the emotion felt.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

So pleased you found the read enjoyable Chris - it was written after the loss of such a relationship it tried to describe.... love indeed has many faces.

[Chris Shaw]

It does have many faces Fay, while we ourselves have only one heart to feel it. Lovely work. Have a great day.