In Love With A Memory.

I can’t be untrue to a memory

no matter how hard I might try.

With a heart full of love, that’s how it must be

until the day that I die.

 

Yet, the memory seems so distant now,

another time, another place.

We loved with all our beings, somehow

I saw my whole world in your face.

 

The hands of time gave galloped a pace

hair now silver, black all gone.

and the love you gave, returned to base,

alone I sing love’s sweet-sad song.

 

Faithful and true to a memory.

I live in the past

with what used to be!

Reviews

[Dave W.]

Memories can miss lead and rose colored glasses do deceive. A time much better I choose to believe, from my mind the truth I conceive, a love so fare that would never leave, these memories doctored I retrieve.

As you can tell your poem inspired me, I really liked it, thank you for sharing...

[Marie]

Dave, I am smiling as I type. Thank you for your v-e-r-y beautiful poem, which I love! Thank you for sharing with me and for so kindly reading and for your very encouraging comment and I mustn't forget to thank you for giving me a smile too! Thank you, Dave...

[red93]

Ooh Marie, you have hit the nail on the head with this one. Those haunting memories, so true to life. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Marie]

Thank you for your very kind comment, dear red93 and for so kindly taking the time to read. Wishing you a very nice weekend to enjoy...

[red93]

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[Amy R]

Very well written poem. Imagery is very rich as well.
Memories is really a hell of a thing at times, quite nostalgic.
Thanks for sharing....
-Amy

[Marie]

Thank you so very much for reading, dear Amy and for your so kind review. Bless you always, dear friend...

[Amy R]

You're welcome. blessings to you too 🙏🏻🌸

[Marie]

Thank you, dear Amy 🙏🤗🙏

[Soren]

Marie this poem captures well the haunting feel of memories of love. Its softness and lingering quality leaves me returning to some of my memories. Bitter sweet these memories at times fade, at times sharpen, some times distort. "The hands of time have galloped a pace hair now silver, black all gone." A most poetic melancholic line. I certainly can identify with this poem and it pulls at the heart strings. A most wonderful poem

[Marie]

Gratitude, dear Soren, for your so kind and beautiful review. Thank you for so kindly reading too. Bless you always, dear friend...

[Ken Simm.]

All I can say is yes I know.
Beautifully writ.

[Marie]

Gratitude, dear Ken...