The three perspectives of love.
Still, you are more perfect than perfect.
Your poems have always felt spellbound towards any unsuspecting male to be enchanted by your words.
Thinking along that thread, maybe words, honest words are more precious and captivating than anything else.
How I'd loved to have met such a lass a few decades back.
La Belle Rouge,
This is such a beautiful poem; it's unfortunate that sometimes love, romantic love, does die, and oftentimes we cannot do anything to rekindle it, no matter how hard we try!
Thank you for sharing this lovely work with us here in The Den, and continued success!
A poet who dances the dance of love deep. A heart that dreams within the structure of words. Of love, of life, of love. You live a dream that most of us just barely dare to see.
EXPRESSED BEAUTIFULLY, LA BELLE! I GUESS THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES SUCH A TIME AS THIS IN OUR LIVES DOABLE IS TO KNOW...SOMEWAY, SOMEHOW, FROM SOMEWHERE...LOVE WILL LIVE AGAIN. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
When love is born the angels rejoice, when it dies they close up their wings and weep for our loss. Such beautiful tender words Belle. Sensitive in all its worth. Thank you for sharing,
You couldn't have picked the portrait of love in a better face
than the one shown. She was meant for the big screen. I'll probably remember her name in a week or two.
It appeared in the beginning you were writing about romantic love that so many young people take so seriously when it is only infatuation. I was one of those in high school.
But you could be writing about a more universal love of one another as humans and whether or not we share the same love. I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
Your words ring true but I question sometimes does true love ever really die...or does it lie dormant, perhaps waiting for the universe to realign our heart plans. Wonderful poem La Belle.
Fee
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Still, you are more perfect than perfect.
Your poems have always felt spellbound towards any unsuspecting male to be enchanted by your words.
Thinking along that thread, maybe words, honest words are more precious and captivating than anything else.
How I'd loved to have met such a lass a few decades back.
This is such a beautiful poem; it's unfortunate that sometimes love, romantic love, does die, and oftentimes we cannot do anything to rekindle it, no matter how hard we try!
Thank you for sharing this lovely work with us here in The Den, and continued success!
Barbara J Henry
Lucky are those who never have to endure the pain of lost love...
Best wishes,
Diana...
Wrings the heart.
John B
than the one shown. She was meant for the big screen. I'll probably remember her name in a week or two.
But you could be writing about a more universal love of one another as humans and whether or not we share the same love. I guess it's all a matter of perspective.
Ron
Fee
Regis. 🌺🍁