Fay Slimm

OURS.

Ours.

Ours perhaps was never love 
of the kind that requires proof,
fervour which naught can drown,
the passion that willingly lays down
itself for other's approval, no our own
was something written in a lighter tone.

Ours the keenness of separates
welcoming times of being together,
valuing kindness of comforting hand
when hurts demanded understanding,
yes ours was desire for friendly concord
with choices honoured by harmony's laws.

Yet love was there, it grew
with care of each for each,
so in losing you, death too,
of a sort, took life from me.

Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    Such great flow to this - a beaut Fay

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks for sharing FAY ~ an elegant poetic tribute to TRUE LOVE !

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed Great write



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