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This poem is not about marriage, it's about simply loving someone. How many times have we each found that person to love and something go wrong? I've been told I was irreplaceable and I've since been replaced...and this has happened to everyone. I've never been married and I doubt I ever will. I am just very wary with the word "love"
Thank you all for your kind words and shared experiences.
He used to love me long ago
and I was held special in his heart.
Back then, it seemed like torture
if we had spent a few hours apart.
The heart was warm and fuzzy
while laughter was the only tears.
How is it that this all changes
in the changing of the years?
It had started with indifference
then to resentment then to loathe.
It seemed we always dreaded
being together in our home.
God knows that I was faithful
but my mind would ask "what if"
What if there was another life,
at least, something better than this?
What turns two loving hearts
into statues and then to dust?
When do the warm and fuzzies
turn to jagged edges of mistrust?
Should we have ridden the waves
for all seas do eventually calm.
Or, was it smart in leaving
before the fury of the squall?
How can hearts move truly on
to find that next special individual?
Because it's safe to say
that we are all quite replaceable.
How can you truly believe it
when someone says "I love you"
Will there be another ending?
Is Cupid a poor actor lost on cue?
Someone had called me "one and only"
at least ten years ago.
We are still the "one and only"
but in another's show.
It's funny how the heart forgets
and moves forward in good time.
We forget all broken promises
and fall for the same old lines.
Once again, I'm that one and only
in another's loving eyes.
But how do you know its the truth
that won't herald more goodbyes?
He doesn't quite understand
why I'm relunctant to play that part.
It's because the warm and fuzzies
have always been mold upon the heart.
As it seeks to destroy two lives
to thrive in solitary regret.
If you can say you love somebody
oh, how easily you do forget.
It isn't the first heart
that you cooed such a story to.
How do you know that you're in love
with someone who is in love with you?
©June 20, 2008 Lori S. Maynard
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I can completely relate, Lori. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Tracy Hustus
|Oh my gosh this has just described my last two relationships ! My marraige of just 7 years and a relationship of 10years ! Ouch it hits the nail on the head and my thumb was right there too!|
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Seems with the statistics of marriage, no matter what the vows, there are no guarantees. I have been married almost 25 years,, and I admit there were the years I wanted to throw in the towel,, love is not all a bed of roses. Follow your heart.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Spoken from the heart, honest and true and very moving.
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|BEAUTIFUL, VERY ROMANTIC, SAD,VERY-VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Painfully astute observations - when lack of communication, when mistrust, enters into the picture, the marriage is usually in trouble - I know - happened to me and my ex. Very well written -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|My first husband divorced me and said I don't love you anymore, cause I was depressed and in the State Hospital after Mother died. I always wondered why he did not keep his marriage vows, I suppose we got married too young. He wasn't ready yet, But Tom my second husband said he would love me forever til he died and he did just that. He would always say I love you each day and I loved him and made his life as good as I could cause I had been through a rough time with the first and he deserved his first marriage and only marriage to be a good one and it was. He was very happy with me. No doubts about it. I was not leary at all marrying him at his age 42 and my age 47. It worked out so good til death did us part. That's my story in a nutshell. I like this poetry though, it makes lots of sense. Everyone is different in this world and must decide how they will live.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Lori, I have puzzled over this very subject more than once and it does make me reluctant to say I'll always love someone...always is a long long time. Thank you for such an honest offering.