Fulfilled.
Love is
like a fine thread
with an unknown presence,
so sings Youth with resentful air
while Age looks on with experienced care
knowing Love never regrets what
dreams turn into, or not,
for self-fulfilled
Love is.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments7
Yes,
Love................IS
Thank you Suresh - Love is just this I do agree.
'so sings Youth with resentful air
while Age looks on with experienced care'
words as bitterly soothing as that first sip of Captain Morgan on a lonely Winter's night - aside all the heat a household has to yield,
and yet: remaining a statuesque figurine of Arctic skin - to the touch,
wrapped in all the remnants of a life's could-(a), would-(a) and most certainly should-(a),
with only that furnace of love's memory's to fuel, those pulsed anchors to what good life has left offer...
simply beautiful dear Fay, thank you for inspiring my little scribble reply
Thank you for your generous comment on Fulfilled - you are most encouraging to my humble efforts L.B.
A fine write Fay
Many thanks for your visit dear Orchi.
Such true learned words from our favourite poet who radiates the truth she writes today.
The excellence of this piece .... well it's outstanding.... and you even made it into a symetrical shape on the screen/page.
A must for my favourites and i must add that, were i to bind my favourites into a book, then this would be the frontispiece.
I am doubly honoured that you feel so moved by my few words on Fulfilled and that this little verse is in your list of favourites my friend -- many sincere thanks for your continued support D.A.
well, well, well
well conceived, well crafted and very well executed .. well done our Fay.. x
Well I do declare I am bowled over by all these wells - - you are more than kind and thanking you muchly Nev.
Really nice Fay.
Glad you enjoyed the read Jerry.
So true Fay, Love is.
Andy
Many thanks Andy for all your encouragement - Happy New Year my friend.
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