Can a passionate heart ever turn its back on love? Someone stepped on a very delicate flower. I hope she does not wilt from the experience.
Reviewed by Dens Dreamweaver (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2002
{{ Lori }} I dont think I could say it better than Alexander.... Just like the rose,the woman has her dormant period.. a time to breath and renew.. then the light shines on her again and she is even more beautiful than before...
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dreamweaver
Wow Lori, I felt such emotion from this. I dont know, maybe she does know, and the falling of her petals are her tears...for being once loved and her beauty and grace now forgotten. <sigh>
Can a woman love a man even after she's cried ??...the answer is definately... 'yes',...my dear love and I were apart for many years after he left me me for her...I waited ,and cried,and finally, he came back ...and he stayed ...and is still here(in my life)...after the tears 'love returns'...but only if it is 'true love'.
I love your poem .it is deep and beautiful.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2002
Good questions, Lori. I think of life as a series of deaths or transformations. Just like a rose sheds its petals, we peel off that which is false in our lives, and find our true selves. Beautiful poem.
Without question!! A "Very" powerful write!
essence of innocence, our own vulnerabilities..
Beautiful pedals!
Outstanding!
~Jen
Reviewed by Chris Stevens (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2002
very beautiful words.... and very powerful questions..... I hope and believe that yes, yes it must... how could anyone forget something so wonderful.. so beautiful .. something that you give so much of yourself!!!
Beautiful...life continues on...such as the tender petals of a rose even after they wilt and die...after they fall off and eventually return to the earth...so does the mother plant in time. We begin to die the very moment we are born. but it is in the interim that we live, laugh, love and cry to the utmost. Beautiful write.
Amor
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Allain
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dreamweaver
Light and love, Jo
Thanks so much for all your kind reviews of my work... I appreciate it!
Daniela
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I love your poem .it is deep and beautiful.
essence of innocence, our own vulnerabilities..
Beautiful pedals!
Outstanding!
~Jen
Amor