I held love in my arms one summer
till summer's heat began to fade.
Then like a bee-bright honey hummer
she flew away down tree-lined glade.
I missed her golden, gleaming tresses;
I missed her eyes of China Blue;
I missed her shape in skin-tight dresses;
I missed, for I did love her true.
I lost her loving for a lifetime,
but I could not forget her smile.
As ghost, she came to haunt my night-time,
with beauty that could still beguile.
I pined for her until the twilight
began to cast its aging spell.
I wept for her as tears and moonlight
upon my poet’s pages fell.
I saw, once more, the love I’d longed for
( when love had long been buried deep.)
Her daughter’s babe this gran did care for;
she did not smile; I did not weep.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2021 03:46
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A great piece today. It contains so much. The great loss of ones fionest love, the heartbreak and sorrow. Finally you include that time has done it's healing thing as it always will. Though tears on recollection are never amiss.
Lifes sorrows serve to illuminate the bright moments
Many thanks. Yeah, I found this poem in a folder on my computer - one I penned a few years ago. When I read it, the last stanza puzzled me because my true love story turned out much better. The photo that's with the poem is one of Lorraine and me way back in 1977, just before we broke up. 32 years later we found each other again and immediately knew we couldn't live any longer without each other. That was in 2009. We were married in 2016 and I think the poem's last stanza is about what could have been; thank God things turned out better for us. Again, thanks for stopping by.
Thanks for explaining. I had read quite a few of your posts and did find the ending 'different' to previous reads but you've explained it well. May you two continue to enjoy many more years of happiness.
Thanks, I've just commented on one of yours!
inked time capsule: to yearning's fruits of perseverance..
testimony to how dreams can only be actualised, if we never give-up on them!
thanks for sharing dear poet
Wonderful loving write Kevin.
Andy
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