. “ I hold it true whate’er befall;
  I feel it .when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost 

  Than never to have loved at all-"  

    - Alfred Lord Tennyson’s poem ‘In memoriam’ 1850

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Combing through the dark residues

Of yesteryears left overs.

Pondering on the likelihood

That love can be sweet once more.

Been through  trials and the tests.

Yet lingering is  taste of lips divine.

Shrugging off the lapse of time,

And how  age has defined life

Still the flame has never gone –

Time is only  a deterrent.

For a heart that is willing and able,

Can renew the lust for life again.

Looking into the past

Wading through the memories

Of love and all its delight

Of dancing in the dim light

Count the times  you have  missed

The defining  pattern of his kiss

 Always  a longing  in the heart

Still better than not knowing what

The fire for the beloved

 Passionate and  shining bright

 It is the glow of a diamond

That is piercing  firmly

 Is forever sparkling in the heart