We mark our days in hours and minutes
In months and years
As if time were the judge of our thoughts
And our desires;
But this much I know with intuitive
Certainty—
Love has no need for clocks or
Calendars or time machines.
It undulates but never withers
It roils and wanes
In turbulence and quietness
But never dies.
And with my eyes still shut
Beyond the limits of my imagination
There you are
Still in my thoughts
Still in my dreams
And always
There in my heart.
You have that right, my friend. Love has little to do with fear of being apart from a person, or dog, or cat et al. It's really about manning up and accepting being next to someone is "not" what it's all about. It's much more about how strong your discipline is in their absence. Well spoken and hopefully read my many.
True love is both rare and eternal, and those fortunate enough to have had it returned are exceptionally blessed. Those of us whose devotion remains unrequited, however, know a special kind of hell.
I believe that if you truly love someone, that love never dies. Even if it comes to an end. You are a true romantic, as this well written poem shows.
Michael D.
Ah . . . I believe love can certainly die, Edward . . . Just my take on it . . . Even so I have a love that will never, ever die . . . So you have a point . . .
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
A story set in 10 years time where two bodies are found in the river NITH in Dumfries, south west Scotland. One is a blind musician and police informant while the other is Poppy, a young girl. It brings Mark and Carla together with different views i
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Love ya!
Jane