If you were never to say me, "I love you."
Then my darling, I would paint the Sun
with the Moon and the Moon with the Sun.
Oh! Then the Moon shall freeze the Sun
and the Sun shall smolder the Moon.
Then no such certainties as the day
and the night would exist.
Beloved, yes, time would die,
if you say, "I don't love you."
It is difficult to accept when we love someone who does not return those feelings, whether that love is of the romantic form or through friendly respect from those who ended being "false friends." Time heals wounds, memories fade and as days pass, the sadness from knowing love is not reciprocated eases, somewhat. Still, the memories of what was (in our own minds and only in our own minds) and cannot be will haunt for a lifetime.
Nice poem, Bhuwan. I loved the intertwining of the sun and the moon and their hot and cold nature. Love is like that, too. Wonderful symbolism.
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What a fine fierce passion you evoke here!
good write
john+
nice to hear that from a man's lips
thanks, ~D.
Be always safe,
Karen
Could never imagine ever having to live without love. Peace and Blessings Always, Paul.
Love Tinka
Nice poem, Bhuwan. I loved the intertwining of the sun and the moon and their hot and cold nature. Love is like that, too. Wonderful symbolism.
All the best,
Jill