Feed on
Posts
Comments

Relive love

miss_you

When I was a very young man I was absolutely in love. She was a vision of loveliness and the intimate time we spent together still lives in my memory. She left me for reasons I still cannot comprehend. I wrote this poem to forgive her and wish her love in her life. She did no wrong to me, other than create an unanswered mystery forever.

Relive Love

Sometimes, when in pensive mood,
I hear a sound or see a scene,
and find I feel but never brood
on the things that might have been

She comes, she goes, my life in throes,
joy and sadness alternating.
And yet there is no tale of woe,
no straight line abberating.

We look toward a future time
when life can be as chosen.
The present bell just cannot chime
until all truths are spoken.

We look to see what life can hold,
the fates cannot be just.
We try to stand apart and hold,
but truth precedes all trust.

So live again, or try, my love,
as present tangles twine.
and future life may be above
the present troubled times.

Webmaster:

You might also like:

Love
I don’t know about you, but the biggest mystery in the universe for me, is love.

Whitney
A young lady calls me from time to time. We have never met but I, as a writer, imagine what she is like.

Pensive Lady
She was torn between staying with a dominating husband or starting a new life with someone she had just met.

Well, what do you think? Please leave a comment below.
We'd love to hear from you.
Take a minute to subscribe to my RSS feed if you haven't already. Thanks for visiting!

Would you like to have a collection of 50 of Ollie's best loved poems (many not on this site yet)? Click here to see Reflections on Life.

3 Responses to “Relive love”

  1. [...] the original post here: Ollie Lind Poetry » Blog Archive » Relive love | poems about love … This entry is filed under Love, PR. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS [...]

  2. Rufor says:

    Greatings, Can i take a one small pic from your site?
    Rufor

  3. tim says:

    Great poem. Now read this poem written by a poet called Bhuwan Thapaliya for a change.

    Mystery of love

    Your lips as a machine
    may alleviate my misery
    but it can never format my destiny.
    It may prolong my life
    but it can never rewrite my fate.
    Mystery rules
    and it will rule evermore:
    it is the breeze I dream about and dread.

Leave a Reply

Comments links could be nofollow free.