Every day I pass that cabinet,
So many times a day
I look in and see the memories,
The memories collected over many years,
But this day as I glanced in I saw it.
I have seen it every day
But today it called to me,
I stood and looked at it
Knowing how much it meant to me,
It was a gift to my lover so many years ago.
It brought back those times of love,
That love that was so strong
And got stronger each day,
And still does as she has passed,
Passed into her new world
But is still with me,
And that little figure showed me
That so long ago we knew it,
We knew that “LOVE IS FOREVER”
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My lover is still with me in my heart and mind.
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... Write on Andy ...
Love is indeed a fine song sung .. let it fall upon the ears of each and everyone ...................................
Thank you Neville, it is indeed a fine song.
Andy
A sensitive write Gold.
Just don't let MY singing fall on any ears! heehee.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
The loves of my life didn't stand the test of time but the love I felt in the happy times lives on within me.
Love for an individual takes one onto a higher plane.
Just as you say, love, in all it's manifestations, is forever.
Thank you d a, yes the love I have for Joyce is certainly forever.
Andy
indeed, what a gift to recognise and maximise your destiny when given the opportunity,
so many waste it and are left lamenting their mistakes..
you my friend: simply recollect and celebrate!
a wonderful read Andy
Thank you Mek, yes I am so thankful that Joyce was/is in my life for such a long time.
Andy
I was trying to express what I knew of that feeling, Andy then I realised you had preempted with "Some things that seem odd become so important in our lives" to me! Simple little object has much meaning because you add to it the how when and why and only to you can it have that meaning.
Very true Dave, it is the simple things that seem silly to others that can mean so much in our lives.
Andy
It is amazing how the mind works. We look at something and right away the memories are there reminding us of the time that this something represents. It can be anything, a flower, a sunset, an item such as yours. Beautiful poem, Andy!
The mind can be a wondrous thing Fred when these little things can bring back such wonderful memories.
Andy
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