When I first met you
The love we had … was like flowers blooming—
Fresh and New ….
All I held, in my heart and soul,
Did once belong to you
Now, the times have passed—
The love we had … grew, too;
Like flowers fully bloomed—
Smell … so lovely—swarmed of bees—the fruitful nectar;
Yet, petals die by the two ….
Their once beautiful virescent leaves—wilting
In the dew of … weary passion—they kiss gloom
The pain shadows my hoping mind
Now, loving you … seems to be
A waste of valued time ….
The Autumn of my heart sees tears falling
The failed, decaying merry makes … Harvest Moons ….
The love we have is … the Spring of our times passed
And … you can’t begin to see that
I still love you … Even so,
The pain shadows your hoping mind
Now, loving me … seems to be
A waste of valued time ….
Written By, Darkest Angel
(Written April 8, 1991)
(Rewritten February 20, 2010)
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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