Sometimes it just isn't meant to be. As much as we try to make it "real" it just wasn't meant to be in this lifetime. Perhaps another time and place it will be fantastic, great message and very well written. You are always so good, Belle...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Soul loneliness that comes only as a result of missing its significant match. Sometimes two twain want only the best for each other, yet sacrifice themselves in the doing leaving no-one better off. When dreams aren't able to be shared they become forcefields of division that neither desires to infringe. I can feel this like two same-type magnets fielding each other apart. Truly elegant sorrow, Belle. xx
Reminds me of the Aretha Franklin tune, 'You Won't Share Your Love With Me'. Sad when one won't embrace a love freely given and sadder still is having to accept the inevitable. Very fine penning, La Belle...
Belle~
Your words so aptly portray how one keeps distant in respect for the Other's path, how one can not or will not step out from fear into the unknown no matter how much they want what lie beyond the walls they themselves construct and maintain and how what a hard and lonely the waiting place is.
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Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Lin
as the heart cries
your beautiful words are that of love
Embraced~Embrassé
Vickie
Sad and tender poem, the pain of separation and of unresolved differences; it speaks quietly but with real force.
John
Fee
Your words so aptly portray how one keeps distant in respect for the Other's path, how one can not or will not step out from fear into the unknown no matter how much they want what lie beyond the walls they themselves construct and maintain and how what a hard and lonely the waiting place is.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
A poem wrote with a sad quill.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.