Yesterday I found an old photograph
Must have been taken a million years ago
I would not have been surprised
To see dinosaurs in the background
How could we ever have been that young
I was staring at you with a look on my face
A look of pure hunger
Like I could eat you alive
I remember that feeling vaguely
You were staring at something out of frame
Probably wondering if it were warm enough
To wash your Harley
Or how you could get the beer
You left sitting on the porch step
Without too much effort
I'm sure it was something
That had nothing to do with love
Unless you count the love
You obviously felt for Harleys and beer
We came together like lightning
The only thing that kept us together
As long as we were
Was the love we BOTH felt for you
It was the one thing we had in common
I loved you
But you loved you even more
I couldn't compete
YIKESSS 1That's telling him!
but, Harley's! Even ours I don't feel a competition!
I want you rolling in happiness Sue!
A healing about to take place!
love your style!
Write On!
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeooxoo
STay Positive!
Reviewed by Oralya Ueberroth (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2007
Sue,
Great to read you again! I'm pretty sure I've met this person. Just as you describe, the one thing we had in common was that we BOTH loved him! I think I'm going to stay away from my photo albums for a while!
Love of self is so basic; but love of another is even better. This poem makes me feel very young. And young love has a lot to do with love of self. Love of another is a transition toward maturity. I like this insight. I like this poem.
you know,
no one does love out of rhythm and reason like you do Sue you are the Queen of real-life love struggles, pleasures and crimes
every time I read you I get a moment of oh yeah tell it like it is! or ain't that the truth or Damn I've been there!! love the spirit, love the truths in your poetry
I know this love. It's one that can never go any further than it does/. It is a sad love but not for the heart that's true but for the black one who will never know real love.
Susan
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2007
You wrote this about me didn't you? I know that you did, Sue. Check out my poem "Nanette and Jerry"" and first check the photo which is reason enough to understand where you are coming from . . . And then read the poem . . . You write this about me, huh? Gotta love it . . .
Often when we look back at old photos,we can see the past with such clarity and question why we did the things we did. Call it youth and love inexperience...whatever, it is how we learned.
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but, Harley's! Even ours I don't feel a competition!
I want you rolling in happiness Sue!
A healing about to take place!
love your style!
Write On!
Warm hugs and Warmer Blessings, Warrior Purple Lady Sheeeooxoo
STay Positive!
Great to read you again! I'm pretty sure I've met this person. Just as you describe, the one thing we had in common was that we BOTH loved him! I think I'm going to stay away from my photo albums for a while!
no one does love out of rhythm and reason like you do Sue you are the Queen of real-life love struggles, pleasures and crimes
every time I read you I get a moment of oh yeah tell it like it is! or ain't that the truth or Damn I've been there!! love the spirit, love the truths in your poetry
Susan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thanks for your reviews on my stories; it's much appreciated! :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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