Where Does Love Go When It Dies?(Collaboration) (poem) by Floreann Cawley on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on August 27, 2003

"Flowers die, and then they grow." You are brilliant!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

A wonderful write
Love will be around forever........

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

I don't feel that true
love ever dies...
There will always be that
one special place in your
heart, that belongs to the
one that you so treasured.
As we grow as humans, so
does the love in our hearts...
There is so many forms
of love...
But, true love never dies.
IMO...

Great write...

Trixie :)

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Floreann, it goes into the heart of the beloved. When I pass Trixie will feel a surge of love pouring into her like a ray of light. Love is that powerful and strong. Don't worry about its loss. It is never lessened by anything man can do. It is eternal. Remember who God is. God is love.
Bill Murray

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Both of your pens florish with love.
Kudos!

tony:)

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

For as long as one lives, there's always going to be love. I like how you ended the poem - with an uplifted note. Great job!

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Tarek Hassan

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

most lovely, most sensitive, touching and poetic
Thank you
Tarek Ali Hassan

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Oh I wish I had the answer to this one...all I know the one that holds his love within her/his heart...is the one with the most terrible pain left behind and have to deal you with!!

It kills you slowly from inside!!

And leave a mad person like me behind!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Esra Karatash Alpay

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

lovely!

Reviewed by MaryFrances Perez (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Flore, the pens are evenly held. Thank you for joining me on this one. Hugs, MF

Reviewed by James David Compton (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

It would be so much easier if it would leave a body behind for burial. Unfortunately, it usually leaves quietly in the night, leaving nothing to cling to.
-James

Reviewed by Barry Weeder (Reader)

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Lovely verse here...you write together well.
:)

Reviewed by Floreann Cawley

Reviewed on August 17, 2003

Maryfrances,dear friend you hold a magnficent pen,a pleasure to write with you..Floreann