Upon my poet’s page I’d wrote
of unrequited love: I quote:
“I cherish you, my maiden sweet.
Without you, I am incomplete.”
A lifetime later on, through tears,
I read what’s faded with the years.
And still, in poet’s paltry line
lives love, which broke this heart of mine.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 9th, 2025 04:29
- Comment from author about the poem: love poem, kinda
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Sad yet wistful this poem speaks of memories in a haunting way. Nicely done in a short form
Again, many thanks. SB.
Memories that bring back sadness, nicely expressed write
Thank you, PL
You are very welcome
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