When I first met you, I was thine,
bound by love that was mellowed and sweet
yet, as always, my fate was to intervene
For us, my Love, our end in a parting meet.
As if it was decreed that we were to part
over the million flinders of my heart.
You were more than what I could ever give;
you are priceless, untamed by mortal hands
and to cage such soul that love won't forgive
nor shall bind the time's shifting sands.
In our dreams what we wanted to live
my fate destroyed them, sitting in the stand.
Your soul flies where eagles dare not glide
seeking what lies beyond the sky.
So I, with a broken heart, must step aside
though I love you (it shall never die).
To have you, would be the worst of crimes
for you aren't a prize of what love defines.
Our tale was carved with the stars above
but even they fade when morn awakes,
and so does our tale of unfulfilled love
whose end the sun gently breaks.
Hence fare thee well to you, my muse,
to a love that never learnt to lose.
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Author:
Petrichor of Love (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2024 13:09
- Category: Letter
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Comments2
This is marvelous, very moving and beautifully written and presented.
Bravo!
Thank you Sunita for your feedback. I appreciate your comment 💕
Not the kind of subject matter I usually dwell on – yours. However an occasional visit is usually rewarding ….Here for example. A rich little epitaph.
I am happy that you could get the crux of the poem. I appreciate your comment 💕.
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