You promise me you'll stay with me
Until us death do part?
Regardless all the things I break,
And words that rend your heart?
Regardless all the times I fail
At being the loving wife....
Refusing to submit myself
And stirring up much strife?
JUN01
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I'll never understand true love
That steadily endures....
Despite all I may do amiss
Still faithful standing sure.
Nor standing still but beckoning
When oft I wander far;
Now coming forth and seeking me
E'en when my heart is hard.
Now gently wounding for my best
And binding up the sores;
And comforting so tenderly,
Then leading hopeful forth,
Until the day Thou bringest me
To see Thy face e'ermore:
How faithful, sure and lovingly
Thou finishest Thy work.
17AUG01
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 21st, 2010 09:16
- Comment from author about the poem: With divorce so rampant even for folk of 25 years marriage, my greatest dread in marrying is being ditched by him, for whatever justifiable cause....afterall, I'm not perfect. So one day some time ago I composed this for Mr. Right....with the thought that the love of God is true love.
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Good stuff this - I've been there unfortunately (divorce) so I think I understand the message. One of the things that helped me through was reading 'Nausea' by Jean Paul Sartre, but we are all different it just worked for me.
Thanks for commenting. Call me slow or stupid, but what do you mean by ..."it just worked for me...."?.....surely not divorce? As I see it, love, while it goes by many definitions, excepting the love of God, [real] love has been said, I believe, and correctly too, to be a choice and an action, even in the face of a lack on the receiver's part. That seems to fit with loving our enemies, which I'm sorry to say I see in some marriages.
Oh no! Divorce is tragic, by far the worst thing that ever happened to me. Its effects live on for a long time - possibly forever ,I felt that I was completely refounded but not in a positive way. However reading that Sartre novel at that time provided reasoning, I'm not saying necessarily the right reasoning, to tune in to at a time of absolute despair. I read somewhere that it was a good work for young men to read but I would say that it is a good novel for any young person (below 40 say) to read as it shows for me the common fears we all have across the world and across the generations which we can then set our own personal circumstances against in order to try and understand them. That being said I think the novel has meaning beyond my limitations so some day I'll read it again. Anyway I'm just rambling on because its my favourite book, sorry about that.
Yeah, and so because you mentioned it in your first comment and I saw that you'd uploaded it as a book file, I eagerly went to the file to see what the book was about, hahah! And like so many of the book files I created, you didn't comment on it. Thanks for your comment now, and seriously for commenting on this poem altogether! I am sorry for the sorrow you've thus had to go through....just sufficiently agitated by something else, that I could cry for you.
HEY
I LIKE UR POEM.YES HOW WE FELL IN LOVE AND HOW U FEEL IN DEPART IS JUST NOT THE REAL POEM ...YOUR POEM GIVES VALU OF THAT PERSON WHOM U LOVED EVER....
GOOD JOB.........
Thank you very much! That is what true love I believe will do.....forgive and NEVER leave, but ever love more and more as time goes on.
yaar! actually this poem is not my subject.bcoz im not in love and dont knw wat is love and also i dont want to.... but when i read the poem i felt im satisfied by reading a good poem....
Thanks! And I am not "in love" either....it was just the very real concept of love in the face of all the lack of it in modern marriages....afterall, it only takes one to make a divorce, and while I may never divorce....I can never be certain what "he" will choose. So it is a very real plea.
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