Love can make us believe things that aren't real.
The self-inquisition and the realisation in this work are as painful as each other. There is no solace in the truth. Sad poem I thought Rose. Very well written.
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Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you for reading this one...yes my poems are usually bittersweet ha...Glad you enjoyed it:)
Even if I try hard to point out any mistake I can't. Its amazing. Beautifully written. When you read, you know what the poet wants to say. You can feel the emotion penned.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much J'Eliot...It is nice you can feel the yearning and the bittersweet romance in the .. read moreThank you so much J'Eliot...It is nice you can feel the yearning and the bittersweet romance in the poem...Rose:)
Was it I who loved you more,
or did I love you less?
i loved the two lines above in this poem , why ? because any other writer or someone who is'nst versed would have went with a more cliche approach to it if you know what i mean :) . i liked this whole poem great poems about love is a your talent good write :)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you so much Peter...so nice of you to say...glad you enjoyed:)
An endearing and poignant poem beautifully phrased. I am reminded of eliot saying "in the end is my beginning." We wonder where it all went wrong and how something so passionate and powerful can ever be extinguished. And yet we all know it happens, leaving us to muse and wonder...from dusk until dawn.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Jeff...I know how can something like that just fade away...POOF...Rose
11 Years Ago
magic i think...a dark magic at that...it was my pleasure to read.
"We were two candles burning bright
burning all through the night,
It was the end of the beginning,
from dusk 'til dawn.
Was it I who loved you more,
or did I love you less?
when we said our final good byes."
You are a very expressive writer and passionate. A very good one...:)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much Sami...so glad you enjoyed...Rose:)
A beautiful sadness, finely worded, sincerely felt: ' .. pretended you were mine ~ in the arms of another time, ~ holding hands in the mist of the rain... '
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