not ordinary in any way
the first night we shared our love
in a place hidden from curious eyes
and mouths filled with gossip
that night.... right or wrong
was love pure and simple
honest and uninhibited
passionate and free
not ordinary times at all
the times we spent together
in candlelit restaurant corners
waitresses often called us “Adorable”
waiters remarked we were “Beautiful”
because love that real spills out
onto everything and into everyone
who has an appreciation for romance
not ordinary the trials we endured
and held each other up under
they were grievous trials and dark
your arms have been my shelter
your words my encouragement
your love my only reason to live
and we're still called, “Beautiful”
Few can capture the essence of love as you do.
This is captivating and powerful, sweet and bittersweet simply
by using the past tense. You're the best!
and this is no ordinary piece of love, triumph, and victory. filled with convictions of love and being with each other. the beauty of being loved stemming from the heart's great capacity to love. thank you for writing this.
While this poem seems to be very personal, the way it ends makes me believe that you are writing a poem of forbidden loves that seek places where they can enjoy one another away from the prying eyes of others who would be hurt or would be jealous of our love.
Good to see you back writing in the genre you are the very best at.
Your story is beautiful, as is a true love. It does not matter if it is able to be out in the open or a secret love...the feelings are the same and cannot be denied. Well done Belle.
Fee
A lovely tribute to the many avenues one traverses during love's rise and sometimes fall. The journey seems to be without end for those who delve beneath the fissured nature of infatuation. How delicate the balance.
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This is captivating and powerful, sweet and bittersweet simply
by using the past tense. You're the best!
Regis. 🙏🌸
Good to see you back writing in the genre you are the very best at.
Ron
Fee
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