I know so little,
but in passing, I knew love once
and like an acquittal
all suffering it blunts
Stolen glimpses of the past,
a man who could see, but now is blind,
with fondness that will always last
coloring the blackness of my mind
Passion is only skin deep
but love goes to the bone
It pardoned the sins that I reap
though only once did I it own
I can die with a smile,
though it was so long ago
A redemption from life's trial
and that's all that I need to know
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: January 18th, 2024 04:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
Comments5
Ooh you could do a series - once, twice, thrice, erm, whatever comes next - quadruple?! heehee.
Good Idea Orchi I'm working on one with three letters per word with three letters per line and only three stanzas. How did you know? Thanks for the read
Tremendous.
Thanks for the review Thomas it is appreciated
Not all life can be beautiful for many I suspect - certainly occasionally not for me. However I have also experienced your redemption, which helps see me through.
Thanks Soren: neat work.
Thanks Dave your comment means a great deal and is deeply appreciated.
May that love always be there for you soren.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy The wish is deeply appreciated.
"Passion is only skin deep
but love goes to the bone"
Oh, I know this all too well. Brilliant soren. 👍
Thanks so much for the read and comment it is appreciated.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.