Immortal Memory ~ Illusion Of Love

 

In my heart, what I thought to be love

    Was simply my own desire

 

                So brief...

                                Gone before time could tell it even happened

              Like a whisper

                                Barely heard in the shadowy stillness of night

 

   I tell myself its over- you're gone

        But in the same breath

                                      A voice whispers quietly to my heart

        Assuring me that perhaps

       You may have really cared

 

  I tell myself it wasn't meant to be

        But in my remembering...

      I find that thought elusive

       Too painfully conclusive

 

                                        It weaves its memory in and out

                            Like a fine needle sewing its fragile threads

                                      Delicately twisting them intimately

   Amongst the filigrees of my mind

 

                                The magic...so mysteriously enchanting

         I tell myself its over...

                                        But my heart refuses to listen

      My mind says to forget you

                                That no one’s worth this kind of sadness

                                   My soul doesn't need this heartache

 

   I tell myself I didn't really care

                                 That it was all just a momentary illusion 

                        But...

                                               I never did lie very well 

 

 

By LadeeAnne

anne p murray` 2006

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When that match of passion is first lite the flame can be very blinding... I can tell you put a lot of heart into this poem.