~The jilted lover, naive to the game of love has become bitter. He has learned the hard way that infatuation is a fickle sensation that can dissolve as fast as it was precipitated...whether in himself or in this case, the object of his affections. Love should not be assumed. Love takes time.~
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Love is fickle and those of us who think we have found it in one lustful night fall prey to foolish desires. Then we realize that we are cast out with the sodomites when our infatuation is no longer reciprocated. Like the shadow you refer to, we are gone before the sun sets. The gray in our lives becomes black and we loose our way. But alas, love is hard to find for a reason, because it is worth having. It is worth the search for that one true love that we so desire to spend the rest of our lives with. Sometimes, however, we don't recognize it when it is right in front of us.
Excellent write my friend. I enjoyed this very much.
As humans, we are often in love with the idea of being in love. We have to experience some kind of heartbreak in order to grow though. Love is a beautiful thing, esspecially when its with the right person. Beautifully written, i enjoyed.
Your writing is very deep, and this also seems like you put allot of thought into it.
This was an honest write, a very real write, eye opening.
It was heartbreaking, but romantic to.
Another great piece :)
I like the paragraph after your write. You sound like my nephew who is experiences his first major "love".. We all have to learn from age and experience. Valentine
You're right. "Love should not be assumed, love takes time." We shouldn't assume that we are someone's everything once we begin a relationship with them because as soon as we get it, it can be over. We can always become 'nothing' to someone and soon find out that we never meant anything to them as they probably meant everything to us. I know how this goes too...people change and it's terrifying and sad to see their true colors come to the surface...to realize that they were never the people we thought they were. That all we saw was a mask.
Lovely write Relic.
Yes, love takes time to become a tree bearing fruit rather than a fruit plucked and devoured.
Naturally this love needs work and tender consistent tending as well over time.
Wonderful poem and as usual, a well penned life lesson.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
You're very kind David for all the reviews. When time permits I'll be by your way. Thanks.