Statue in Your Garden
by Maylynn Hughes
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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A simple rhyming love poem |
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I will always miss your hot, lingering, touch to know,
And the way you kissed me with your heart, love and soul.
The way you filled me complete like none other
opening my lotus, eight petal flower.
I cried,
And sobbed,
As I then wailed.
Your name
In love
To no avail.
My last visit with you was short and sweet
Kissing and holding hands; our souls did meet
On a dimensional plane that is yours and mine alone
Then you left me waiting, as I slowly turned to stone
Becoming a statue in your garden
Lifeless, caught in webs of animation
Waiting for the warmth you would not, or could not give freely
As everyone and everything else were always your first priority.
Left me, as I waited in vain
To hear your voice sound my name
Keeping me safe and warm as your lady,
to be left in the cold space of the empty
Time, as over and over again you failed to show
Or even call, disrupting our chemistry to flow
Of candid, intellectual romance sweet love songs
Died in my heart, my soul, and my spirit that longs
For a dream that will never come true but only dreamed
Requesting answers to one question; what did it all mean?
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
3/19/2012 |
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This is not a love poem, it's a love lost poem. Love is open and free flowing. There is no hurt in love. When love is lost, it's time to move on.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Asa Seeley |
3/18/2012 |
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having gone through the pain of a failed love affair...i understand completely that you are still looking for answers, i have mine. i was blind. i thought bitter was sweet and dark was light and nothing less than this experience could give me my 'sight'. thanks for sharing.
asa
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
3/17/2012 |
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Maylynn
This sounds like a torrid affair of unrequited or forgotten love. The romance, yearning and anguish just drips off the page.
Exquisite and passionate writing.
Peter |
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