Did your heart ever miss a beat
when you were face to face
with that one true love
that crept up from fate?
did your body ever shake
from pure uncontrollable happiness?
were your eyes blurred by its pure joy?
and when you weren’t with that one true love
were you without vision
their face wiped from your mind?
so deeply in love you couldn’t remember their face?
what about the moment you met?
and every moment after?
Well…
what happens when that love dies?
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Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Darkness comes and memory fades but like an old tattoo still remains. Phantom pain is felt by amputees and when a love dies there is phantom pain for what was once there. You look and no arm, no love, but still the pain is there. A wonderful write Teddy
And a wonderful review you have your very own poem here. Thank you my dear Sorrenbarret 🌹
So true Teddy but in my case when my wife Joyce died in time I found love again with Mary. Love can be so wonderful.
Andy
Yes I know and I'm so very happy for you, I am always interested in what you say dear Andy. Thank you. 🌹
A very evocative poem,
thought provoking thank you!! 🤔
When that love dies,
so does a part of you too. 😢
Articulately penned poetess!!🍪
Thank you for sharing!! 😊
Best wishes 🍀 🤗 🌹 Thad
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