eyes of lost love

Kevin Michael Bloor

Where lotus blossoms sleep,
by marshes dank and deep,
my love went down to weep
so long ago.

She’d had to let me leave,
grow old and grey and grieve,
go mad with make believe,
not let me know

that she still cared for me,
though we could never be;
she needed to be free,
so she could grow!

But western waves will rise,
‘neath savage sapphire skies,
and love lost in her eyes,
will always glow.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 26th, 2022 01:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 15
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  • L. B. Mek

    and now she's back
    'western waves will rise,
    ‘neath savage sapphire skies,'
    and love, is recaptured
    once again
    and bursting with pride
    in those adoring, eyes
    locked on you, and you alone..
    (just another beautifully sincere
    thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
    that picture, took me to Shakespeare:
    'Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
    Sampson. I do bite my thumb, sir.
    Abraham. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
    Sampson. [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say60
    Gregory. No.
    Sampson. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
    bite my thumb, sir.'
    (kinda like
    you're biting your thumb
    at that Romeo and Juliet ending
    others wished for your love)
    triumphantly, awesome! lol

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks, LB. I liked the Shakespeare reference.

    • Christina8

      This is an excellent tribute to your lost love! Wonderful!!!

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