When You Were Perfect
You were by no means the beginning
And now
There is no use pretending
That you might have been
The end
Never the less
I loved your false innocence
Those orphan clothes
Our differences
The way we were
When we were on our own
But like so many dreams
Ours faded
And now that it’s all over
Don’t hate me
Or the memories we made
Think of me with fond regard
If you think of me at all
For nothing can tarnish now
My memory of you
As you were
When we were lovers
For then you were perfect
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another old one.. the inspiration for these words, is sadly no longer with us, but her memory remains..
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 34
- User favorite of this poem: Fay Slimm..
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A fine write Neville.
Meanwhile - I was perfect all the time - still am! heehee. I'm getting too big for me boots. I best eat some humble pie!
maybe, I thank you all the same though, orchidee...
Very moving emotive write Neville.
you are far too kind, but I do of course like it...
much appreciated and true...
A well-written poem Neville that cherishes your once lover and trumpets the fact there is no ill will, at least from your standpoint.
Loved the honesty in this write. 🙂
Thank you Tamara..
A moving and honest appeal to a long-gone lover with reasons for looking back to happier times - sad that only the memory remains of a perfect experience - another small gem to add to my faves Nev..........
Hello and good evening Fay... many thanks for locating this old un.. tis much appreciated I can tell ya.... just got back home after a rough journey ... but hey ho.... at least I am back and can take it easy.. hopefully
Neville
Yes can imagine your journey was rough with inclement weather greeting your tracks back Nev..... hope all went well with the hunt and good to see you home and dry again............... Fay
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Perfection found, and then lost. Memories remain. Wishes expressed to be equally remembered. Recollection filters all.
Enjoyed this reflection from the past, so well expressed, in your unique style. Last line is a killer, a wow line , to be remembered by all who read it. It just leaves the reader wanting more.
Love, whether here and living or just a memory, still warms the heart. a terrific poem. - Phil A.
My meager but meant big thank you feels inadequate against the glowing response to those of mine you are responding here to..... Many thanks indeed Phil A.
Neville
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