Lorraine began my loving and my grieving,
My madness and my spirit’s blind believing
That torture, far too terrible to tell,
Would cease, and then into my sombre cell
A saving stream of loving light would filter:
(Sweet solace for a life thrown out of kilter)
And I’d awake, at last, all healed and sane
Beside my first and long-lost love, Lorraine.
Lorraine lived on, for me, when we were over:
(A fearful fate that hid a four-leaf clover!)
For when a thousand suns had sunk and set,
The girl, who’d been a dream, at last I met.
It was a winter’s day when wind was raging;
(The years had passed, for hearts, without their aging.)
As she wept tears the broken-hearted cry;
I breathed the sigh that sole survivors sigh.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2019 01:52
- Comment from author about the poem: My poem, to commemorate that day, 47 years ago today, when two star-cross’d lovers began to walk the pathway of true love, which, as we all know, never does run smoothly! However, despite all their troubles, opposition and long years apart, they are grateful that they are together today to celebrate their anniversary!
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Comments2
Beautiful loving write Kevin.
Many thanks, Goldfinch. Appreciate your feedback. 😉
A fine write Kevin. You two don't look a day older! heehee.
Many thanks. Yeah, in our heads we THINK we're young lovers. Lol. Appreciate your comments and feedback. 😉
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