An oldie (Amazing how time changes perspective)
...
I look at you, I see me
your blood in my veins
Your eyes in mine
They reflect in stars
and in a smile so wide
it enchants
You are my every reason,
the chest I want to lean against
when it is dark.
I yearn for your laughter
and hurt when you're in pain.
It is such torture to love you like this
and yet it feels so natural.
I can't find another way.
Loving you was easy
Letting go was hard.
I am adrift at sea.
Lost like a boat without mooring.
The current keeps driving me back to you.
But you keep drawing away,
like a beach that won't be reached.
Sand that slips away.
Was our love real?
Why did we have to part?
A change in perspective does not mean a change in daring,
nor does it lessen the lessons of life. Honesty rings thru
every line of your hearfelt poem. Those of us who have also
lived it know about its truth, its agony, and its ecstasy. I'm tempted to quote the final line of a Houseman poem about giving your heart away: "For I am two and twenty, and Oh, 'tis true 'tis true."
But I won't. Beautiful poem, Chanti.
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nor does it lessen the lessons of life. Honesty rings thru
every line of your hearfelt poem. Those of us who have also
lived it know about its truth, its agony, and its ecstasy. I'm tempted to quote the final line of a Houseman poem about giving your heart away: "For I am two and twenty, and Oh, 'tis true 'tis true."
But I won't. Beautiful poem, Chanti.